outbreak

happy shiny smiley people have always annoyed me. their cheeriness, their beaming faces, their jaunty i'm-walking-on-sunshine gaits, their uplifted attitudes. i'm not sure what in particular is so nauseating to me. it's just something about them makes me want to smack them in the face and scream, QUIT SMILING, THERE IS NOTHING TO SMILE ABOUT! and then march away with a superior scowl, holding my elitist negativity high and waving it around like the tattered black flag of a pirate ship set out to sink all the merry schooners and skiffs that don't belong on my ocean of darkness.

which makes this recent development as perplexing as it is terrible. it seems that i have been infected by the happy bug. i don't know how or when. but it's now raging through me like a plague. it's to the point where i actually annoy myself, but i can't help it. i am so happy, it's making me sick and it WILL. NOT. STOP.

:D :D :D :D

good god. i think i may have to quarantine myself until the joy devours every cell in my body and kills me to keep from infecting the rest of new york city.