Happiness vs. Sarcasm
I saw an inspiring story on a friend’s Crackbook page, about a guy who chooses to be happy and to look on the bright side of things. Maybe I’m just a little too dark or cynical or maybe pure happiness just makes me vomit in my mouth a little. For me, I choose sarcasm.
- When I can’t pay the bills and I am this close to living in a van down by the river…I choose porn.
- When I can’t stand my friends, my husband, my boyfriend, my family or my pets…I choose tequila.
- When I can’t lose weight and I hate the whole world…I choose a Hostess cupcake.
- When I realize everything is meaningless except for television and chocolate…I choose sitcoms and a cookie.
I really need to become a motivational speaker.