It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

I am a giant squid of anger.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.

Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.

Does my eye look okay to you?

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.