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I’ve just about had it with forced, contrived, smile-at-all-costs optimism in my lifetime already. The next 130 or so days are going to be crap weatherwise. It’s going to be dark and cold here, and it’s going to affect the moods of everyone else, which means it’s going to affect me too because that’s how people work.

So about that, why would I want to force this destructive attitude on myself? Here’s my thinking: to each their own, but out of all these things, I can control one thing directly and that’s how I feel about things. I can be allured to grovel in the general down of this time of year… or I can take a slightly more relaxed attitude. What I’m going to do isn’t going to crap itself out by default, and despite the impending arrival of frozen water in peculiar molecular arrangements (though I was born in the midst of it, I’m not a winter person), I’m still pretty happy.

Despite what the the-corners-of-my-mouth-meet-in-the-back-of-my-head drones might tell you, the world doesn’t love you and everything is not going to be alright in the long run. (Nothing gets me more depressed than that brand of policy optimism.) Don’t smile if you don’t feel like smiling, but don’t mindlessly assume failure either. Just a kindly word from your author, who isn’t going to deprecate himself in this sentence or the next.

Moreover, I advise that the iPhone software platform must be opened.