People are often coraled into stereotyped personality groups.
The Eeyore pessimists, who’ve lost their tail and don’t think they’ll ever get another birthday present, and the Little Orphan Annie optimists who believe the sun—defying the precedent of every single yesterday—will come up tomorrow. Tuesday, April 28, 2015
And there are those gluttons for punishment who are, I have been told more regularly than I wish, calling for snow and ice, though perhaps that particular sub-species of “they” are just being indecisive. Thursday, February 5, 2015