Glasses Re-imagined

So today I have two words for you....
Optimism.
Pessimism.
According to those all knowing all seeing psychologists we are all one of the above but then they use this term "grey area" meaning those of us who fall in between. I must add that this is all of us, we ALL fall in between. Well anyway that's just my starting point and yes, I am quite aware this is already more than two words long well shut your cake hole or put cake in it for a change rather than complaining.
Onto the matter at hand, glasses, are they empty or are they full? Or to be more specific, half full or half empty. This aside from being a misleading matter is bloody irritating as a phrase, "Oh your one of those half empty glass kind of people..." She said nasally in that judgemental way of hers.
It's not a matter whether the glass is half full or half empty it's a matter of how big is your glass?
What I mean to say, life is about being realistic. If you aim for the top you'll only find you have further to climb and you'll be buggered before you get there so here's the thing....
Half empty? If life is hard on you and you find that you never seem able to keep up with the shit that is almost unrelentingly thrown in your direction perhaps it's time you downsized your glass. If your glass is HUGE how are you ever going to fill that with happiness when things are tough?
Our glass is a place to gather our good experiences, so start small and fill it up before you tip that little bit of happiness into a slightly bigger glass. The gap between half way and the brim won't seem quite so far so you can say, my glass is full of happiness, sure it might only be small now but at least it's full right? Up and up and up and before you know it those small moments of "happy" are preciously collected up and in a pretty big glass.
Have I pissed you off yet? Good. I'll leave you with one more suggestion, put a lid on your glass, a tippy cup of happiness if you will, that way when you stumble you won't spill your happy all over the floor. It worked when you were three and always looked about the place in awe and wonder....
And hell you were a lot happier back then when you were three and couldn't spill your juice.
Mako signing off

Just a moment of your time if you please?

Malcontent, the silent killer. It waits in bushes, in the trees, in that over stuffed cupboard under the stairs, in the drawer of 'stuff' that we all hoard. It can also be found in the cup of tea that you forgot about, the tasks you have been putting off, oh and just under maleria in the dictionary, (funny how things like that happen isn't it?)
Never the less it waits for us all in some long disused avenue, waiting for the perfect time to strike. So what exactly can you and I be doing about this invisible menace? Well you can try digging a very deep hole and burying yourself, or ask an understanding and patient friend if they wouldn't mind just filling it back in while you have a lie down on the bottom. You can have a nice cup of tea, feed the ducks, have a long bath, get a makeover, go shopping and so on but today I have a secret to share with you all. The true path to happiness.
After you have pet that adorably cute kitten that you keep in your sock drawer for desperate moments go out and be a bastard. When being nice just doesn't seem to cut it stick your favourite digits in the air and give the world and the universe in which is spins on regardless a right royal fuck you world!
Having a good long laugh at someone else's expense seems to the do the trick to making you feel a whole lot better, and when a good opporunity simply doesn't arise, good planning can create the perfect moment.
Jumping around a corner and shouting boo as an old lady comes out of the disabled toilet, teaching your best friend's baby the words Zac Efron and buying them the high school musical annual for their next birthday.
I am sure that you as the creative and wonderful people you are can come up with some truly great ways to give you that moment of catharthis, revenge for all that bullshit this world puts you through. At any rate you can be a bastard and still remain a good person. I'm talking breaking laws here, stealing your friends life saving medication and laughing at them as they squirm and die is well in the realms of not cool.
Yet remember that next time you have a bad day, someone else is probably having an even worse day and so I'll finish by saying the world doesn't JUST hate you, it hates me and every other poor fucker in it, aside from that guy that won 17million on the lottery the other day... Yeah... May a thousand camels shit in his tent.

Mako signing off.