opti-who? opti-wha?

I was going to post about how boring and predicatable mortals are but, well, i can't do that anymore because i've been inspired. I will now attempt an optimistic piece, a piece full of ... [desperately thinking of optimistic words]... op...ti..mism? well, whatever, i'm trying ok?

who or what inspired me? fuck, you're a nosy bastard! it doesn't matter to whom or to what i owe this optimism, suffice to say that this ole self-professed cynic and misanthrope, is learning a great deal about the nature of tragedy and the power of the human spirit. (yes, when i read this, i did throw up just a little bit)

no, this is not a reference to that family that was attacked by that wolf (an incredibly rare event precipitated, no doubt, by humans encroaching on wolf territory; seeing as how wolves virtually NEVER attack humans). although, i'm a big fan of both the youngest victime and her quote: "when i was on the beach going to the water, a wolf bit my arm, and then i cried." awesome, simply awesome. that little girl is most assuredly a little trooper, but not my inspiration.

Is it that girl that was held captive in a basement dungeon for 10 years, only to escape while her captive was on teh phone with his mother? no, but that chick is gang busters in my book.

is it the candian soldiers that have died overseas? no, but my heart goes out to thier families and and to the families of anyone on either side of any conflict that is experieincing a loss.

is it... Look, it doesn't matter, who or what is inspiring me. what does matter is that i know of a place or person where courage, strength, and a sense of humour are overpowering even the direst of circumstances (places can, and often do, have excellent sense of humour). I've encountered something great and am puzzled by its excellence.

i know alot about sefl-depricating, self-hating, self-loathing, and falling into bouts of unabashed self-pitying, and i've always assumed this to be the norm. the excellence of which i speak is encouraging me in all sorts of ways. do i stil freak out about little things like spelling mistakes and grammatical errors? yes, but i feel alot guiltier about it. i'm also still composing my posts/emails at lightening speed and dispatching them without checking them (at least compulsively).

in any case, i'm trying to be a better centaur and i think you should too. well, not a centaur per se, but a better sentient creature. don't dwell on the fact that paris hilton is probably happier than you (oh, a crime, what a crime), think about how cute that little bird was as it took a dump on my hat that fateful orientation day.

ps. a bird shit on me during orientation. it was, at the time, hilarious but didn't bode well for the only 601 year old, 1000 lb, forgot-to-wear-deodourant-that-day, investment banking, t-shirt wearing centaur in the crowd.

pps. i have already performed about two rudimentary edits since posting this. i'm so very ashamed.