You know what? Fuck the bright side. Why always look just on one side of things? Look on the bright side, the glass is half full. Look on the bright side, cats can’t talk — think what a pain in the ass that would be, cats bossing you around. Look on the bright side, pal, until it’s too late. Look on the bright side until, shit, zombies grabbing me! How’d those zombies get in the house? So I think it’s not a bad idea to look on the dark side now and then, in case of zombies.
i’ve always liked the one that goes, “half full or half empty? depends what’s in the glass”.
cats CAN talk. they just don’t. they’re so… emotionally unavailable, really.
hm. so guess who got out of bed on the wrong side today.
half “learn how the fuck to fill a glass properly, fuckwit,” is what. good god, they teach it to montessori preschoolers. master the fine motor skills and we can all stop pratting about the damn glass.
grumpy: it’s an art.
This reminds me of a study I heard of where people were divided by a survey into “optimistic” and “pessimistic” people. Then they were exposed to some event that happened about half the time. The optimistic people were sure it was happening more often then that, the pessimistic people had a pretty accurate idea of the frequency of these occurrences. It was called the “sadder but wiser” study when they wrote it up.
Screw those delusional half full cup people, the cup probably only is about a third full and is in real danger of tipping over and spilling the whole thing. Probably right into your laptop keyboard. Probably just AFTER you’ve typed your novel into it, and probably just BEFORE you backed it up.
Stupid cup…
that’s why, where i come from, you keep a shotgun around. in case of zombie attack.
and remember. aim for the head. always the head.