Some say it is not easy being green and that may be so, but I still envy those people both even and because I am not green. I do not mean to be a querulist; in fact, I am happy to keep both my thoughts and presence to myself. Experiences oft stound me more than happy me, but like the Eeyore of lore, I choose to trudge forward in my state of melancholy, expecting no joy, but willing to accept it if such paths ever cross. Nomothetic theories may suggest that my coat is meant to keep me warm, but that is incorrect. I am an individual and idiographic study would reveal that my coat is a hologram of acceptance, meant to help me appear likable so that I might ‘belong’ out in the field of life, but, really, it is just an illusion covering an empty bowl of cherries. I will not pout, though, if any day topples my drive, leaving me prone with peripherals akimbo; furry Eeyores are stubborn mules and, though, they live close to the ground, they will never live grounded. ; )