My boyfriend is always suspicious of people who exude happiness. So am I. We both like to say, "Happy people are hiding something." Actually, that quote was always used by my best friend, Kelsie.

I myself do not possess a happy demeanor. When my friends see me working out on the gym floor, they have often said that I look pissed off and ready to rip someone's head off. I try to pass it off as concentrating on my workout. To be honest, I am not at all pissed off or upset about anything while a work out. I am really just concentrating on my exercises. I have had students of my class try to approach me but quickly run away when they come face to face with me. I do try to say hello but it may often come out as a grunt that signifies my desire to be left the fuck alone.

I do find instructors who are effervescent quite tiring. How can anyone be so damn happy to teach a class? I enjoy teaching my step class but, believe me, I am far from jubilant while I address the class at the beginning. How can anyone turn on the positivity while teaching class? I made a mental list of people and instructors who I think are the best. Let's just say that in a dark alley, you want this fuckers on your side.

Maybe, what we need to do is redefine the meaning of happy. Maybe excessively positive people are really the troubled ones who are not happy. Maybe happy is no longer happy. Maybe I need a prescription to prozac. Later.  ¶ 12:07 AM