Perpetual Perky People, or PPP’s, can sugarcoat the biggest turds, until they taste like fucking ambrosia.
You could be struck deaf and mute, and a PPP will gladly point out that you still have sight. Lost your leg to the gout? You still have the other one, so cheer up. Nothing gets them down.
They are the ones who run the drive thru in the mornings.
PPP’s do not have a firm grip on reality. They never complain, bitch, or swear. They hold in their frowns like gas after a meal at a Mexican Taqueria.
PPP’s will generally compliment you, even if you look like you’ve just rolled out of bed. You could go bald, and she would be the first to take you wig shopping.
Everything is sunshine and moonbeams, sprinkled with fairy dust for good measure.
They have no concept of how it feels to be depressed. Turn that frown upside down! A nice cup of herbal tea will fix you right up! Maybe even a little honey if your feeling froggy.
To be perky occasionally is fine. Even I find myself feeling perk-some now and again. But please, for the love of all that is shitty, stop trying to blow rainbows up my ass.