The other day when I walked into the Safeway where I shop I notice a new sign that said, "Safeway is now a Hot Spot. Enjoy wireless Internet access!"

My first thought was why in hell would I need to access the Internet while in Safeway? I pictured shoppers, laptops precariously perched on their shopping carts, crashing into other shoppers while trying to read their emails.

Then I remembered: my Safeway has a wee Starbucks outlet crammed in one corner of the store with a stand where you can order your choice of Starbucks poison and tables where you can sit and "relax" while drinking your brew. Perhaps Safeway was compelled by Starbucks to provide wireless access because of Starbucks promise to its customers.

Whatever!

Most people who come to Safeway come to shop for groceries. They might grab a Venti Mocha Latte to get them through the experience. And, a few might sit at the tables next to the Starbucks coffee stand with their not to be missed view of the checkouts, to munch an over priced biscotti.

But really, how many people are going to sit there with their laptop?

Damn few.

Which leads to the fundamental question: why the hell to we need such immediate access to the Internet? Methinks we have TOO DAMN MUCH!

One of the reasons I love to go camping in the Rockies is because I GET AWAY from the Internet. In my humble opinion, we all need to get away from Internet access!

Sometimes LESS is More…. More peaceful. More soul restoring. More sanity.

I am so bloody sick of being advised to be ‘realistic’!

F that!

What in hell is wrong with being a bloody, raging Optimist?

After all, the high priest of Positive Psychology, Martin Seligman, a self confessed crumudgeon, is probably the most vocal supporter of the positive effects (and affects) of optimism.

Optimists live longer! Have more fun!! And, are damn well more fun to be with!!!

So, why the hell do the Fing "Realists" act as if they are God’s blessed army, right-hand "man", and generally better than us.

I get called a "Flake". A "Polly Anna". Oh, and worst of all "unrealistic"!!

Oh, scary.

You bet I’m un-Fing-realistic!!

I’d be freaking dead if I weren’t.

It’s because I fucking well believe "THERE IS AN ANSWER" out there somewhere. Have gone after that answer will all my goddam unrealistic, optimism… that I have managed to beat the crap out of my Bipolar Affective Disorder and am pounding the shit out of the pain associated with my Fibro.

And, I’m bloody OPTIMISTIC that one day SOON.. . I will live without pain.

So, FUCK REALISM!!