My beloved is a glass half-full person. She only sees the best in everyone and the good in everything and she smiles at people for no reason at all – she can hold it for ages, it doesn't seem to hurt her face.
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While I on the other hand, am a more normal and human-like glass half-empty kind of guy. I only see the worst in everyone, the bad in everything and I'll only smile if I'm asking someone for money.
Even then, I can only hold it for five to six seconds – any longer and I'd need bobby pins to pull back my lips, and maybe some of that powerful, double-sided sticky tape that women use so they can wear flimsy dresses without a bra.
My beloved thinks this is all okay. She says that when you combine a glass half-empty with a glass half-full, it still makes a full glass (she's so optimistic, she can find the positive in any negative). And I agree with her: we do make a full glass together, though in my mind, that full glass is a bit dirty.
My glass half-empty approach-ness has served me well for a long time but just lately it seems to be losing it's whiny, curmudgeonly, downbeat charm.
My family told me that my constant down-ness was not healthy for the household. It was having a detrimental effect on their state of mind – which I suppose could be vaguely possible, but who knows, I'm no psychologist.
So I've agreed to try being happier around the house, though I'm not happy about it. I'm going to practice smiling more often, just in quick two-second bursts, working my way up to a solid 10 seconds if I stick with my 28-day power-lip workout program.
And I'll try to be more upbeat about life. Try to find the silver lining in every cloud, even though I know in my heart that whether it's cloudy or not, harmful ultraviolet radiation can still prematurely age our skin, leading to potential melanomas. Yeah, I'm a work in progress.
