Why do people seem to be filled with an overwhelming sense of sadness? Why does the world seem so bleak some much of the time? Why can't we just find that happiness and find it?

“I guess it's not a good day to be a bad guy, huh Skank?”
“I'm not Skank, that's Skank over there…..SKANK'S DEAD!”
“That's right!”

The above exchange has always struck a cord in me. You know with that last statment how final and about to be fulfilled it is. I don't know why but it needed to be said.

It's kinda funny the whole day I've been full of cheeriness and sickeningly happy smiles. I took the scenic route to my bank and made it back sooner than I normally do. I also smiled at everybody I saw and like to think I provided some measure of entertainment to people. I couldn't help but jam down to the tunes in my car. I let everybody in when they needed it whil in traffic. I smiled all day someone cut me off I didn't even really bat an eye. Dumb customer on the phone and I took the time to help them understand. I also entertained them and fixed problems. Yeah talk about a freaky experience. Can this last is this just yet another “cycle” as so may “experts” have told me I experience. People notice I'm cyclic as well, but it is really that bad? Granted some cycles are meant to be broken, but sometimes they can be odd and interesting in their own right. Not only that I could have a worse cycle. As of now I am terminally happy while most of the time I am happy and entertain but I just feel bleh. Now i'm overwhelmingly happy. Hrm….odd yet totally kewl. SMile on kidds.

It can't rain all the time