One of my guilty pleasures is scraping the surface of people’s ultra positive / bubbly demeanor until I get to the hate that they must have. This is part of my journey to prove that everyone hates something or someone at least sometimes. Usually, the more happy someone tries to appear, the more hate they carry underneath. After all, the unrealistically positive demeanor is more often than not just an attempt to compensate for the inner negativity, stress, anxiety, depression and all that other similar good stuff.

Just today I was hanging out with a new friend who struck me as being genuinely positive (go figure). This is the second time we hang out. As we were sitting at a cafe at North Beach, I pointed at the three women who were hanging out and sharing a bottle of wine. I couldn’t help but notice that they were so decked out – the fancy summer dresses, the carefully arranged, blown out hair, and tons and tons of make up. I then said  – wow, this is a lot of work to go out on a Sunday morning. And then my friend said something that I would expect myself to say so much more than him:

“Yeah, it’s a day off. Shouldn’t their skin be getting a day off too?”

– It was a classic, funny, witty moment of hate and a victory for me. The guy cracked just after about an hour of talking to me.