When I wore a younger man's clothes, I had an associate, a fairly elderly gentleman, who the locals and I would nickname "Grateful Gordon". Why so? Firstly, because his given name was Gordon. Secondly, because his eccentric manner included adding the [conflated] words "thankyouverymuch" to every sentence. For example: -- "Hallo Gordon. Nice weather today." -- "Yes, beautifully sunny, thankyouverymuch." Or: -- "Off shopping, Gordon?" -- "Ah yes. Gotta get me fishfingers before big-shop closes for t'day, thankyouverymuch." -- "See you, then." -- "See you soon, thankyouverymuch." You get the idea, anyway. Every. Single. Sentence. It was enough for him to acquire the nickname. I will admit, though, that it was myself who coined the nickname -- nicknaming seems to be my 'thing', and in my defence, no-one's ever been given a derogatory one [except, perhaps, my associate "Old Bastard"... but that interesting gentleman will be for another post, another time]. I always considered Grateful Gordon, like his contemporary, Careful Clive, to be an amiable, gentle, harmless fellow. He was "good value" in that some people found his eccentricities amusing... but I also very much admired him. In his own way, he was very wise, very profound. To have gratitude is to have a bright light in one's heart. The thing is, my life is far from perfect. 2O17 is proving very hard. But it's a darn sigh better than 2O16 [particularly the latter half] and, in spite of ALL the bloody awful, rubbish stuff that's coming along [Anxiety takes Gold, with Depression coming up behind... thus far] I find myself, oddly but wonderfully, being very much "a Grateful Gordon" for the good stuff that's here in my life at the moment: -- FRIENDS. -- CALM MOMENTS. -- GOOD FUN, HUMOUR, and CONVERSATION. -- BLOGGING CHUMS. That's a pretty good list, for me [!] It will do nicely. I've noticed that when I comment on people's blogposts, I often thank them for sharing their stories, their pain, their wisdom...I sometimes wonder if, upon repetition, this could appear disingenuous? I hope not. If I wasn't actually thankful, I would just be silent... the fact remains that I appreciate every post that I read. It's heartening to know that there are so many thoughtful, intelligent people around... and that's just my limited experience of WordPress. [And as an aside, it's so very much better than reading British political newspaper articles...!] As a general point, I find that people who scorn gratitude tend to be mean-spirited people. And I'm afraid I must confess, I do detest mean-spirited people. I mean: Bitterness? Oh yes, I certainly know all about that [!] But true mean-ness is somewhere deep in the soul, sadly. That's my philosophy. Anyway, here's hoping we can all be a bit of a Grateful Gordon, at least once a day, maybe? It can keep us well -- and keep us happy.