The glass may be full, but...

Perhaps... but Pollyannas live longer: Optimists live longer and healthier lives: study | Health | Reuters

 

You know Daniel... just because i had beans with dinner last night doesn't mean i'm half full of sewer gas! I mean come on... at least half of that sewer gas has found an escape by now, much to my coworkers discomfort...

 

Well, sure it is. If you were to sit down and seriously think about how absolutely fubar'd the entire world is, the only logical solution would be defenestration

Assuming you lived in a real tall building. Jumping out the window of a bungalow you're lucky if you get scratches

It's actually best if we delude ourselves into believing that, if not the entire world, at least our little teeny corner of it, even only the home we live in, is a fine and dandy place with no serious negative reprecussions

Because if you sit around all the time thinking about it, you could become very seriously unhinged

 

I have secret chilli concoction that should be outright banned by The Geneva Convention

 

From a materials science point of view, everything is made up of mostly empty space. Protons, Neutrons and Electrons held in position by attractive and repulsive forces. So the glass is mostly empty. Including the glass that makes up the glass.

 

Daniel, thanks for starting this in a new thread rather than commenting where it was originally posted. :thumb:

As a Management Scientist it's not about the contents, but the process. How did the glass get filled? Should it have been filled all the way up? Who benefits from the functional step of filling the glass in the first place? Can we eliminate the glass and use the contents directly, thus saving time, material, labor and money? If the glass is sitting around half full for a period of time, can we reduce the stock time to reduce inventory? Is the glass secure, or is it in danger of being knocked over, thus spilling the contents?

See, it's all in the perspective. A half-full glass, to me, is a chance to offer someone my consulting services, thus improving their methodology (not to mention my bank account).

$250/hr, minimum 8 hours, plus travel and per diem. I will send the bill in the morning. ound:

 

i think the world has issued me a dozen glasses to handle right now. it is supremely uncool. and they're not even full of anything good.

 

Well, I tend not to worry myself over crap I have no control over anyway. Like folks who obsess about the Meteorite Of Doom. Why? Can't do anything about it anyway, if we know it's coming, might as well be right at Ground Zero and be treated to the best show in the universe

 

So, Daniel, even if the metaphoric glass of life is always full, you think yours is tainted with sewer gas. Sorry if that seems fitting. I should thank you, I suppose, for reminding me that money really can't buy happiness.

 

If life gives you lemons, make lemonaide.

If life gives you sewer gas, light it and watch the explosion!

:mad2: :flame: :target:

FIREBALL!!!!

 

Would you rather surround your self with idiots, with people who drive you crazy? Or, would you rather pick up a real skank that will leave you so bitter you claw your eyeballs out?

If you want a friend, get a pet. Many choices at your local humane society

I guess the point I was trying to make is that, compared to the Real World out there, we have nothing to piss and moan about.

Once in a blue moon, I might think I've had something happen that leaves me thinking "oh, poor jay, is this ever a bad thing to have happen to you"

I then think about everybody else on this miserable little rock, and it hits me that I have it better than 99.5% of humans out there. As far as stats, I *should* have been born to a desperately poor family in Africa, or China, and clawed my way through a pretty awful life

At least until I hit 9, because that was when I had my appendix yanked out. Which means, most likely, I would have kicked the bucket at the ripe old age of 9

So maybe, in the end, it's all about delusion and making things better than they appear. In my case, just thinking about the +99% of humans who do NOT have it as good as I do, is enough to make me appreciate what I have

You don't need a lot of trinkets to be happy, and I've noticed trinkets appear to have the opposite effect. Believe it or not, I still do a lot of shopping at thrift stores. I just can't bring myself to blowing +$40 on a pair of jeans, when a perfectly functioning, slightly used pair can be had for usually under $8

I'm convinced that happiness is truly a state of being. It doesn't take much for me to be happy with myself, and the world around me. Just don't get me started on politicians or lawyers.

 

Daniel... don't pay Lewis Bra...

The assessment from our scientist friend is incomplete and as such... you could have a dirty glass...

Hire an internal auditor first...

 

Have you tried posting the above on Craigslist?

 

Try this ad:

Primary car: 100% Electric 2003 Porsche 911 Carrera.

I would like a good-natured woman who is physically fit and not unattractive and does not smoke.

 

I have single female friends who claim that there are no good men out there.
I have single male friends who despair of finding a good woman.

I just really don't get it. What is wrong with the world where decent people walk past each other ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME?!??!

Look up. Smile once in awhile. Say hello. Try a cheezy line. Be a friend, for crying out loud.