Red Feathers.

"Shes wears red feathers and a hula hula skirt"

ah, Guy Mitchell.
Love.

Part of me wants to escape the cold and disappear to a tropical island.
Live off the land.
Tan, eat coconuts, be lathered in tanning oil by cute carribean men, catch fish.

It sounds dreamy.

But the negetive in me always thinks about the tarnished side of the coin.

Tropical island means bugs.
and monsoons.
And eating fish.
And not wearing shoes.
And sunburn.
And all those other negatives I can think of but am too lazy to write.

Somehow this tarnished side is always a longer list than the shiny side.
Always.
Its like my head has to beat the number on the positive side by +1
At least.

Who is positive?
And if yout truly are.
Can you teach me the ways.