Being Olaf
It’s been said by more than enough people how easy or difficult being cynical is, and how difficult or easy being happy or hopeful is. For me, if you’re the kind of person that wants to rain on people’s parade all the time – be it the fact that you got through airport security in record time (“They probably got us through because they wanted us to shop more”), you went to the beach on Texas coast not too far from an oil refinery (“Was the water brown? Did the oil refinery make the air smell? Was your dog poisoned?”), or that church was fun (“It’s full of hypocrites being spoon-fed lies blah blah blah”) – then you become very boring, very quickly. Cynics don’t have a balance. They dislike everything. A cynic won’t let you say that there might be a positive aspect to Donald Trump or Boris Johnson, and the cynic on the other side will say the same about Barack Obama or Jeremy Corbyn. On both sides breeds a spirit of negativity that isn’t funny, it’s plain mean. I know, be...