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So recently it was pointed out to me that I'm rather cynical. Actually, I have to own up to it, because I have become more than a little cynical in my thirty-something years.

What those who recently accused me of such don't know is that I'm so "cynical" that the only way I get through my day is to try my damnedest to anti-dote the environmental negativity by thinking about love: How much I love my cats (and their unconditional love for me), the love of my friends, and of the one with whom I'm very close to being in love with. If I didn't redirect my energies toward that light, I'd never make it through the day.

How's that for cynical?