is the glass half full, or am I almost out of beer?

It all depends on your perspective. I can celebrate the bounty that I have, or lament what I have chugged lost.

Perspective.

My boy and I demonstrated a difference in perspective the other day when we started a comparison in unison, but ended it as polar opposites.

we: "This place is..."

he: heaven!

me: torture.


Some people might consider this a good time:



While others prefer this perspective:

Some people are not at all amused by amusement parks.

Others? Are.




Going back to work yesterday after a five day weekend, I had a dull headache. The abundant jelly beans and beer were making me nauseous. My eyes were puffy and swollen.

My glass felt half full.

Then I remembered, it's just a Tuesday, it's not brain surgery.

If I had had brain surgery, I'd have much more serious complaints.

Right?

Not if I was my little big sister, who kicked the ass out of neurosurgery and then had herself some soup.

What was I complaining about?