Last Friday, May 31st, was National Smile Day. Perfect timing, don’t you think? Because it seems as if we’re all in a bad, bad, terrible, horrible mood. Nevertheless, I decided to participate in Smile Day by taking the dog for a wander. It was cloudy, but it wasn’t raining, so that alone was reason enough to skip outside and whoop it up.
Everything’s in bloom. The trees, the flowers, everywhere you look the world is bursting with color. Plus, it’s finally warm enough for shorts. So, naturally, a smile popped onto my face without any effort and we happily trekked around the city. As we crossed a street, bathed in the bright, approving glow of the ‘Walk’ sign, a car barreled around the corner — a clear failure to yield violation — and the driver shouted ‘f**k you’ out her rolled down window as I leaped toward safety.
Okay, was the foul-mouthed hostility necessary? And on National Smile Day?
I try and I try and I try to maintain a positive attitude, I really do, but it’s getting harder almost by the hour. I did a slow burn the whole rest of the way home, muttering and sputtering and trying my level best to put a curse on the lunatic driver. But what good did it do me? None. It just made my newly black mood worse.
Seriously, what is there to smile about these days? We’re experiencing a rapid, precipitous decline in manners and common decency. It’s like Lord of the Flies, the population is losing all sense of civility.
After I calmed down, though, I realized there are still plenty of good things, actually. There’s ice cream, sunshine, fluffy socks, hot showers, Aretha, Saturdays, books, lots and lots of happy stuff. Fun stuff. Comforting stuff. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m still pretty steamed, still harboring unkind thoughts, but I’m also perfectly content here in my happy place, parked behind my computer monitor. With coffee. And the dog.
And a kick-ass set of headphones.
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