Guide To Permanent Cheerfulness

3 people have asked me in the past week how i stay cheerful. How do i get over things. Truth is, i'm not always cheerful, because that's impossible. You'd end up boasting a fake smile and some very stiff jaws by the end of the day. I've noticed how some still try this though, and as i predicted, very stiff jaws indeed. I just look at them and think "you silly bitches" or if they don't have a vagina "you silly male bitches".

Everyone seems to try and be perfect, which is no new trick in the book. Everyone tries to cover up what hurts and smile pretty and ask people pointless questions trying to distract attention from their own insecure dark secrets. I'm sick of that. I'm sure i appear as one of those fake happy people. Because i am in fact 97.5% happy. But that's because i've been through the whole fake smile period. The whole "hello, how are you?" and the "i'm great, thanks, and you?"- don't get me wrong, it's a great intro to a conversation if you actually care, but if you don't, it's a waste of words.

In fact, it scares me how much i don't care. Really. I must be some sort of heartless creature. And guess what, i'm okay with it. Whatever makes you happy, right? If worrying about your hair or make-up is how you get through your day then fine. If moaning about how much homework you have makes it easier for you to sleep, then fine. In some cases i do care, a lot. But those cases are very rare. And not rare like diamonds, rare like Beavis and Butthead fans. Yes, that's right.

I know what i have to do to make Ruru happy. The people that have asked how i stay sane and happy have gotten pretty weird answers such as "i daydream about lemons", which is correct. However, maybe they would've been less confused if i just said that i know me.

Until you know the little things about a person, you can't say you know them. And that's when it gets interesting. You then achieve a level where you can choose to make them miserable or happy, because you know how to do both. I believe that's where true human evil lies. Maybe i'm wrong. To me it's a sound explanation of true evil. The kind that's done through nothing but gestures, not even words are needed. The cruelest things can come out of that, the darkest places in people's hearts can be revealed. You don't need punches and kicks to hurt. To have true power all you need is eyes, ears and sometimes a functioning brain.

I come back to the held up shields that some hide behind everyday and think that they do it with good reason, but in a very silly way, because this only puts their weaknesses on the spotlight instead of hiding them away as they were intending. Then people like me notice, and choose.
Cruel world indeed.