It seems strange to me how it has become "cool" to be unhappy, to hate people, and to wallow in the despair that seeps into people's lives. Some have called me naive. Perhaps I am. But I have passion, excitement, wonder, and love. And I let it be known. I have off days, too. Everyone does. But I don't let it go farther than that. I see no reason to live my life filled with hatred and disgust. I have my own opinions. I just let everyone else have theirs.
"The ill-minded man who meanly thinks, fleers at both foul and fair; he does not know, as know he ought, that he is not free from flaws." -Havamal 23, The Poetic Edda