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sadness, a religion obnoxious or how to enter a room and leave it grinning Take, for instance, a small group of depressed, coffee-drinking, I-wish-I-could-afford-beer people, stuffed together in a small apartment. They are being consumed by the air of indifference and unpaid rent. Now enter in the factor of one good mood, and stick it in the corner. Donít let that person be obnoxious; donít let them say, "Perk up!"; and for peteís sake donít let them forget the alcohol. The beers are passed around, and more sooner than later the air is smothered. Memories from years past-- pets now dead, neighbors now gone-- take each slightly sloshed and noncommittal introvert by surprise and maybe theyíre converted? The romantic side is pulled forcefully forward. An optimist not is a cynic still, and thatís not part of the objective. The messiah, whoever they may be, isnít chipper most of the time. And no one is expected to be. If a few people end up in bed, and a few more break down crying and just smile over a few brownies and then puke. itíll still be fine. Conversion is a good way to clear the air.
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