When positivity makes your day

Say what want but positive people are the coolest ones. Remember those occasions on which your state of mind got to the point of ultimate disgust and words like happiness and positivity quite lost their meanings? And then when you walk like a walking dead down the street and a person passes you by. You see it from distance. That fuckin’ smile gleaming like a polished metal pot. That spark in their eyes. Oh my, you even start to suspect the person is happy! Your internal disgust doubles, triples… And there it is again, you turn all your sudden hatred and anger against all the world surrounding you. How dare you to be happy?!

Well, by now everybody must have already experienced such a situation. I myself, have done so million times and every single time had to struggle to prevent my suddenly uncontrollable legs from kicking these little positive motherfuckers in their butts.

Recently I was sitting in a class, waiting bored for the lecturer to show up. It was raining behind the window and my classmates (whose names I still do not know) were sitting silently, gazing down at their desks decorated by insulting drawings and sayings. I felt fucked up, they obviously felt fucked up too. So far so good.

And then there’s this guy entering the room. Loose T-shirt, messed up hair, unshaved cheeks. Oh my, how quickly did my blood start boiling up! You’ve guessed it, he was SMILING! Not only was he smiling, he was happy! And after I started to hear and see again through the fog made up of anger the guy started talking. And he talked and talked and threw smiles here and there. How more is it going to take? I wondered disgusted by the guy’s aura. How, in the world, am I supposed to live through ten incredible long weeks of this course?

Great, now he started talking about his holidays! Uh-huh, tell me more, mister Happiness! Oh, sure 

he loves skating. What lecturer at university doesn’t, right? And he spends hours by learning foreign languages and drawing! Why am I not surprised, when he describes the book he has accomplished to write? He fills every moment of his life by things that make him happy. Happy! Is that some kind of a drug? A new trend? Am I missing something here? How dares he to show up here and expose me to this dangerous virus?!

I curl up in the back of the room and stare at the wall, my eyes wide opened. He is destroying my fucked-up mood! Who asked him for it? Why is he doing this? Oh no, there’s strange warmth filling up my body and mind. My hatred is dissolving in the air by the press of my extra-positive and extra-phlegmatic lecturer. Tears start to roll down my face.

Say what you want but positive people are the coolest ones.