Making them sick with happiness.

I don't feel superior. But I do often feel confident. And confidence can be mistaken for arrogance. Some mornings I wake up. And just enjoy being alive. And conscious. And in love. That puts me in a good mood. Unfortunately, what I have isn't necessarily contagious. I may encounter a sourpuss. And he/she may remain sour. So we contrast. And we go our own ways. I remain cheerful. Someone else stays glum. But I'm trying to make my happiness a virus, of sorts. Allowing me to contaminate others. Making them sick with happiness. --Jim Broede