every day is like another new slogan
I'll give you a little advice right now. Don't even attempt it. There is nothing I hate more than someone trying to force a good mood on you.
Like Jeff, I am grumpy. I will remain grumpy for another day or so. I wallow in my grumpiness. In fact, in the terror-alert scale of my mood levels, I am moving along at a record pace from the greenish stage of grumpiness and will probably bypass pissed off and move right to the high alert of force of satan.
The anniversary of September 11, 2001 brings back many sad memories, and the days that followed were moving in untold ways. Amid the loss, shock, and fear, people reached out to one another. New Yorkers, so often stereotyped as living too independently, treated each other tenderly and patiently. The grief shared around the world in those days opened many hearts and eyes.
September 12 can be our ongoing reminder of those positive emotions, a way to remember and repeat that surge of warmth and togetherness.
There are few things more annoying than someone coming up to you and saying "Smile, it can't be all bad!" If you want to be all happy and prancing and lead a flash mob of clown-faced do-gooders down the street singing "Put On A Happy Face," by all means, go right ahead. Just don't involve me, don't expect me to stop and applaud your efforts and don't be suprised if I start revving my engine while you're skipping through the crosswalk in front of my car. Your smile is not contagious, bumper stickers stating as such notwithstanding.
Never force a person to smile when they don't feel like it. It only leads to resentment. And maybe a well-time punch.