Karate Man Bruise On The Inside

We've all heard of eternal optimists.

I'm an internal optimist.

Sure, the exterior is crusty.

Rough.

Cantankerous.

But it's part of my charm.

I'm going for old(ish) curmudgeon.

And let me tell you something, I'm hitting it out of the stadium.

Boom!!!

But on the inside, and I think that's the side that matters, I'm hopeful.

I'm thankful.

I'm joyous.

If I went around looking like I feel, well I'd just have this goofy grin on my face.

And no one needs to see that.

So I furrow.

I scrunch.

Like the sun's in my eyes.

Pursed lips.

Like I'm scrutinizing something on the horizon.

Blue steel.

We have all known people so happy on the outside, and quite the reverse on the in.

So maybe all these sour patch adults are really just elated on the inside.

I'd like to believe that that's true.

At least it is for me.

Internal optimism.

Input output.

IO.