Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Coddling the Grouch
There's a particular demographic group in our society that has been coddled, and excused, and accommodated and tolerated for so long that they feel like they can just do and say what they want, wherever they want. I'm talking about grouches: those negative and grumbling people that seem to find a destructive super-cell imbedded inside every silver-lined cloud. You see them all the time, but mainly can hear them nearby. Their voice delivers that raspy, doomsday prophecy concerning the present opportunity while their shoulders hunch over and sink back into their skull. The airborne negativity needs to be resisted if you don't want to contract their strain of pessimism. There's no known vaccine. Vigilance is the only treatment.