Operation "Spread the Wuuuuuv."

Today, I decided to do something constructive. There is a certain reckless insanity that comes over a person after a very painful experience, so I decided to make the most of it and do something perhaps a little crazy. I made lots of Valentine's Day cards and gave them out to all the saddest looking people on Rideau street and in the mall downtown. It was fun! There was an old, depressed-looking hunchback (how much more pathetic does it get than that?) who shuffled by me, and I hid one in his bag when he wasn't looking. I gave another to a very fat lady who looked at me suspiciously, then realizing what it was, burst out laughing and yelled out her thanks. There was a skinny girl who looked like a bean-pole (correction: she looked more like an upright knitting needle—even a tape-worm would have abandoned her), who was crying her eyes out, and I gave her one too. I can't remember all of them, but I gave a couple out in a coffee shop, a number to people sitting alone in the mall, one to a mom with two kids, and one to a bum on the street. Some people were suspicious, especially the jaded-looking middle-aged women. One couple liked it a lot, so I gave them an extra to give to someone else.....They said they had the perfect miserable person in mind :)

Weird? Perhaps, but still a lot of fun and much better than being sad today.