The storm subsided. The tornado moved on. Like all things in this world, it has come to an end. Life is beautiful once more …
Now, that the accursed annuals are behind me, the grass is greener, the air sweeter and when I’m not sweating like a pig, the sun almost symbolizes hope. Freedom, sudden and absolute. Its a divine feeling. One you can’t compare.
But …
I’m cheery. I am cheery. No, you do not understand. I am cheery.
All. The. Time. Which is not like me. Oh no, not like me at all. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Because “me” isn’t all that high a standard to begin with.
Although thinking long term, maybe the not-like-me thing I’ve got going right now isn’t all that perfect. I’ll have to stop before I say something so stupid, something so incredibly cheesy, so nauseatingly corny that whole new levels of cheesiness would have to be defined – because that’s the feeling I have.
There. Now wasn’t that like me?
Diary Without Pages 
June 13, 2012 at 8:23 pm
I say go with the happy, and let the world beware!
June 13, 2012 at 9:04 pm
Its not like I have a choice really.
June 15, 2012 at 2:46 pm
The the not-like-me thing, huh. Okay now, who’s the girl? 😛
June 15, 2012 at 3:59 pm
Ah yes, the ever-likely girl syndrome. I don’t have one.
June 15, 2012 at 4:01 pm
Take your time then, lad. 🙂
June 15, 2012 at 4:24 pm
Am I that transparent?