Cheerfully cynical. My view of the world is not that different from Kafka's, really. The difference is that Kafka let it make him miserable and I refuse. Life is too short. My personal motto has always been: Joy in spite of everything. Not just mindless joy, but joy in spite of everything. Recognizing the inequities and the suffering and the corruption and all that but refusing to let it rain on my parade. And I advocate this to other people.
-Tom Robbins
Or just validation for my mindless ebullient exuberance.
Either way, my map of South America now has upwards of thirty colours on it, and ice cream was on sale today even if a national food chain robbed me unjustly of two tacos and left me hungry on the streets of Arlington.
