Maybe that's what the downtown east side is, the place where all of BC's negative thoughts go, because they have to go somewhere. Mud piles of negative thoughts composting in the streets. Sopping bad thoughts hanging from the trees. As long as they're out of the way.
I can see how positive thinking helped us evolve as a species. That go-get-'em attitude. Evolution's path is probably lined with the corpses of our early Sextons and Woolfes. Still is, I guess. Someone has to think the negative thoughts for a society that refuses to do so. Who gets stuck with that job?
No, thinking positive is important and necessary and keeps things in harmony and is the word of the ancients. As they say in BC, it's all good.
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