Are you the kind of person that tries to find beauty in most things? Would you rather smile, and accept the absurd, or do you hold on to being grumpy and victimised? Do you even know what it feels like to be a true victim? Are you a blue sky thinker, or a lover of clouds? Are you scared to die? Do panic attacks leave you breathless, or like somebody I know, can you eat them for breakfast? My daughter just blew one of those bloody party streamers in my ear, real close up. It hurt so much, my instincts told me to knock her out. In case anybody feels the need to forward this post to Social Dis-services, I didn't, I am stronger than my instincts.