Don't Be a Hater

One of my favorite blogs in the whole world is this one.

She is very inspiring.

She's one of those people who has been through everything horrible possible, and has come out on top, because of her attitude.

I often wonder how it is possible to be that positive. Usually, when people aren't nice, I crumble a little inside. I have started telling myself not to waste my energy on it! It's really not worth it.

Dad asked me a couple of days ago, when I was fidgeting with fury, "Is it worth it??"

"YES!" I exclaimed. And I believed it too, until later when I realized that being crabby about things doesn't help AT ALL. And then the guilt ensues...(This particular guilt I shall deem "Gary Guilt." Yes, yes, I KNOW, he is just my, well, WAS just my landlord. But still...)

I don't know why hurt spreads more than love does. Perhaps anger and it's brethren are like water: lots of it, spreads quickly, and soaks through. Love is like honey: you don't need a lot to realize how sweet it is, but it takes time to reach every heart and even longer to soak in (I originally thought of tar, but that didn't quite make for the same sweet sentiment.)

Anyway...I didn't mean to wax melancholy. It's one of those days I guess.