Thursday, August 14, 2008
Yesterday i came singing into the office. I greeted everyone individually with perhaps greater enthusiasm than normal. Logistics Coordinator Wendy looked at me and said, "What is with you? You're downright cheerful today." What does that mean? It sounded like a curse, like "you're downright mean." Have you ever heard the word "downright" used as a positive modifier? How can you be too cheerful? I'm sure that you can imagine that i am not particularly curmudgeonly; generally i am pretty upbeat. I'm friendly and outgoing, but yesterday apparently it was just too much for some people. What's wrong with cheerful? I realize that it is hip to be sarcastic and ironic, jaded by the world. Blech. I like cheerful. I like polite. I like nice. Besides, i feel extra cheerful. The last 3 weeks has been this: 3 different antibiotics; ingested, inhaled and snorted steroids (love those side effects); analgesics, decongestants, expectorants and a mucus thinner (man, i never thought i'd ever have a reason to type that phase). But i am feeling much better. Finally. I can hear. I can breath. The chest X-rays came back clear. It's all good, baby. No reason NOT to be cheerful!