Oh my god! This, so called, Pollyanna picture was attached on the wall of my daughter's school. Do you think she is healthy? This picture reminds me the dialog from Fight Club:
TYLER: Two, equal parts gasoline and diet cola. Three, dissolve kitty-litterin gasoline until the mixture is thick.
JACK: Pardon me?
Tyler turns to Jack.
JACK (V.O.): This is how I met --
TYLER: Tyler Durden.
Tyler offers his hand. Jack takes it.
TYLER: You know why they have oxygen masks on planes?
JACK: No, supply oxygen?
TYLER: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked breaths...
Tyler grabs a safety instruction CARD from the seatback, hands it to Jack.
TYLER: Suddenly, we become euphoic and docile. We accept our fate.
Tyler points to passive faces on the drawn figures.
TYLER: Emergency water landing, 600 miles per hour. Blank faces -- calm as Hindu cows.
JACK: What do you do, Tyler?
TYLER: What do you want me to do?
JACK: I mean -- for a living.
TYLER: Why? So you can say, "Oh, that's what you do." -- And be a smug littleshit about it?
Jack laughs. Tyler reaches under the seat in front of him and lifts a BRIEFCASE.
TYLER: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.