My personality is all sunshine. Even when it's rainy and cloudy outside, I exude cheerfulness. I am jolly, bubbly, buoyant. Rain drops can't dampen my ebullience. Dark clouds can't kill my high spirits. Torrential rains can't wash out my glee. Except if my socks get wet. I can't stand wet socks. That drives me crazy. And now, my socks are getting wet, damnit. What happened to your jaunty smile? someone says. Where's your genial demanour? I punch them in the stomach. Let me change my socks, I say. Just let me change them and I'll be all bubbly again, you'll see.