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Why is it that some people are never happy? I don’t understand them at all! I mean really, it feels better to be happy than not. Other people like being around you if you are happy but find you bothersome if you are always complaining.
These thoughts have come about because of someone I know who is never happy about anything. To everything there is a down side. Try as I might to help her see the sunshine she only sees the dark stormy clouds. It is so hard to not argue with her. She counters all comments with a complaint. It is very frustrating.
Once she said to me that I was very lucky to have friends who are willing to help me when I need help, because her friends are too busy to be any help to her. It is true I have only to ask for help, sometimes I don’t even have to ask, they are just there for me. Yes, I am greatly blessed, and I know it. I feel like telling my cranky friend that if she was more pleasant to be around maybe her friends would be more apt to spend time with her.
I guess this is a rant, a complaining one at that. I know I have become impatient with this woman, and that is unkind and not very generous of me. I just really really really hope I don’t grow up to be like her, lonely, unhappy, bitter, and plain miserable.
Today, I think I want my friends to be honest with me; and if I get to be awful and miserable to be around when I am old(er), that they will slap me up the side of the head and remind me of the blessed life I live.