Pineapple and Toast

Moods are bitchy little things aren’t they? Who gave neurotransmitters— mere chemicals— the power to spoil a giggly Sunday brunch or render a sharply rainy day in glad, fuzzy hues? Moods are malleable, changeable even – like a heavy, moth-eaten coat taken off on a muggy day; but when you remove it the lining sticks to your arm and the scent lingers behind. Bad moods burden one with Sisyphean weight. Metamorphosis takes arduous effort, mental sweat, unfailing optimism, and blind self-confidence. Constant energy required! Dispelling glumness takes perpetual focus and upkeep. So why bother? Well, life’s more fun when happy...! Attack!