Today I crossed the street with a woman who was spinning around in a slow circle as we waited for the light to change, which I dismissed to an unnatural amount of peppiness. As we walked across the intersection however, she laughed to herself a little and then started to skip around the mounds of icy snow, leading me to the conclusion she was probably mental or on drugs.Then again, there's a lingering doubt, and I wonder if maybe this woman was actually just really happy.
It's perfectly normal to go around looking dour and depressed here, but it makes us nervous to see visible happiness. Are we that miserable a people?
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