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Furiously Happy - Ep. 448
Being a weapon of mood destruction, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,
For it obliterates friends, allies, bystanders and idle passersby,
Eating away at your sense of self, turning setbacks into insanity,
Making the world hate you as you're stuck wondering why.
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Ep. 448 - Furiously Happy
We begin as always
with the Happy Creed.
We believe in Happy,
in Balance and Growth,
of being Mindful and Grateful,
Compassionate and Understanding.
Yowza
Haha
My Happy Friends!
I am the son of a mad man, I don’t know if he was insane, but he certainly was mad,
He let every discouragement, frustration and setback drive him to maximum fury,
And while I never appreciated that tactic, there was one advantage that it had,
He could change his mood, to say nothing of other people’s, in a right quick hurry.
He’d be full of fire one moment, and then, once he unleashed it, perfectly calm,
Everyone else was still reeling, but he just went back to what he was doing before,
It’s like his explosive temper was some kind of restorative tonic or curative balm,
And he saw no downside, even as we feared him he thought he was winning the war.
It made me think that there must be something to it, I mean, it seemed to work for him,
So, while I didn’t decide one day to be angry, neither did I avoid it as it grew within me,
If someone picked a fight, I would go berserk and turn it into something rather grim,
And I didn’t care if I got hurt, just so long as when I went nuclear I made them see.
But turning yourself into a weapon of mood destruction, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,
Because it can obliterate friends, allies, supporters, innocent bystanders and passersby,
It can eat away at your sense of self, where every disappointment becomes insanity,
And you can no longer make sense of a world that hates you as you wonder why.
I used to be frequently furious--I thought it was my superpower, but it was an addiction,
So what if people thought I was harsh or caustic, able to burn away their peace of mind,
At least they wouldn’t walk all over me, and they didn’t, they’d avoid me and my affliction,
And then I had no one to blame for my isolation but me, for I had chosen to be unkind.
But it’s not easy to do an about-face and go against what you’ve been doing for so long,
I had to lose more friends, make more enemies, and crash more cars before it sunk in,
And I had to find creative outlets, ways to channel it, make right what I had made wrong,
So, instead of just furious, I became Furiously Happy, redirecting my grimace into a grin.
Haha
Yowza
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By Geoffrey Bennett Ulrich
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Being a weapon of mood destruction, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,
For it obliterates friends, allies, bystanders and idle passersby,
Eating away at your sense of self, turning setbacks into insanity,
Making the world hate you as you're stuck wondering why.
[full text below]
Ep. 448 - Furiously Happy
We begin as always
with the Happy Creed.
We believe in Happy,
in Balance and Growth,
of being Mindful and Grateful,
Compassionate and Understanding.
Yowza
Haha
My Happy Friends!
I am the son of a mad man, I don’t know if he was insane, but he certainly was mad,
He let every discouragement, frustration and setback drive him to maximum fury,
And while I never appreciated that tactic, there was one advantage that it had,
He could change his mood, to say nothing of other people’s, in a right quick hurry.
He’d be full of fire one moment, and then, once he unleashed it, perfectly calm,
Everyone else was still reeling, but he just went back to what he was doing before,
It’s like his explosive temper was some kind of restorative tonic or curative balm,
And he saw no downside, even as we feared him he thought he was winning the war.
It made me think that there must be something to it, I mean, it seemed to work for him,
So, while I didn’t decide one day to be angry, neither did I avoid it as it grew within me,
If someone picked a fight, I would go berserk and turn it into something rather grim,
And I didn’t care if I got hurt, just so long as when I went nuclear I made them see.
But turning yourself into a weapon of mood destruction, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,
Because it can obliterate friends, allies, supporters, innocent bystanders and passersby,
It can eat away at your sense of self, where every disappointment becomes insanity,
And you can no longer make sense of a world that hates you as you wonder why.
I used to be frequently furious--I thought it was my superpower, but it was an addiction,
So what if people thought I was harsh or caustic, able to burn away their peace of mind,
At least they wouldn’t walk all over me, and they didn’t, they’d avoid me and my affliction,
And then I had no one to blame for my isolation but me, for I had chosen to be unkind.
But it’s not easy to do an about-face and go against what you’ve been doing for so long,
I had to lose more friends, make more enemies, and crash more cars before it sunk in,
And I had to find creative outlets, ways to channel it, make right what I had made wrong,
So, instead of just furious, I became Furiously Happy, redirecting my grimace into a grin.
Haha
Yowza