ghake@southwind.net
Happiness is a choice. I just thought I’d let everyone out there know that, because I think some people have overlooked it. If you’re depressed, or something awful just happened to you, I’m not speaking to you, those are things I’m not necessarily qualified to talk about. I’m talking mostly to my peers, the ones who forget to realize what they have. When people insist on being discontent with their lives for no reason apparent to me, it makes me very very angry. Of late, exchanging accounts of our weekends, I noted my friend’s extremely negative attitude towards what I thought would have been a rather excting time. On the flip side, I did nothing half as interesting as what he had done, and yet I was telling him about what a wonderful time I had. He seemed suprised. I wasn’t drunk, nor was I dancing like a crazed weasel, or kissing the first person to hit on me, or even going over the speed limit, and so NATURALLY, I couldn’t have had any fun. No more high school, no more respect for having standards. Only looks of pity from those supposedly older and wiser than you because you seem to be so naieve. Does no one think???
The fact that my friend and other’s out there feel this way towards me doesn’t change anything, I’m still happy. I only wish they could realize that it says something about THEM when they decide to be pessimistic, and usually not their circumstances. If you go to a dance and refuse to step out on the floor, you’ve missed the point. And if you’re alive but refuse to try life, then you just miss out.
