You know ... I try to be a positive person. In fact, ask anyone ... in general, I'm a very upbeat person. This whole Secret thing? Piss off ... I don't need it. I'm already atuned to the universe. I don't need to go to my "happy place" because nine times out of ten I'm already in my happy place.
But for some reason, there are people who in this world who aren't content with themselves ... unless they've made you miserable. For the life of me, I can't wrap my head around it.
It never fails. I'll be bopping along ... taking care of business ... with a smile on my face and a song in my heart ... and someone will come along and piss on my parade.
And you can spot them from a mile away ... a swirling morass of negativity and anger ... striking out at anyone and everyone in their lives.
They're in line in front of you at the grocery store ... screaming at the teenage cashier because their cottage cheese rang up 25 cents higher than they expected ...
They're in your office ... acting sullen and passive agressive because someone moved their stapler from it's designated resting spot.
You know ... life would be a whole lot easier if everyone's goal in life was to make everyone else's life a little easier. And if that's not possible ... how about leaving well enough alone?
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
Barbara Streisand - Don't Rain On My Parade