Someone who isn’t sure whether life is a tragedy or a comedy but is tickled silly just to be in the play.
Someone who believes that after the fat lady sings, the dead lovers do an encore duet.
Someone who notices a tall hooded figure with a scythe trailing him and thinks, “Boy, I’m sure glad I’m not a stalk of wheat.”
Someone who thinks there’s even hope for pessimism.
Someone who believes that even a second chance gets a second chance.
Someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it’s a cha-cha.