Being happy amongst the unhappy.

I may rub some people the wrong way. Because I push. I nudge. I stir. I even purposely try to annoy. That's my way. Nothing wrong with that. Right? See, that's the way I operate. Not all of the time. But often enough. And one thing about me. I don't mind being wrong. Making mistakes. Feeling my way. Experimenting. To see what works. And doesn't work. I live. And learn. Having lots of fun in the process. It's really nice to have fun in one's life. Combined with love. Can't ask for much more than that. Good health helps, too. Just feeling good. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. Maybe I can't have everything. At least not forever. But on occasion, I get the feeling of having everything. Especially when I'm in a happy frame of mind. And in love. I suspect that I especially rub depressed people the wrong way. Because my attitude often makes them feel more depressed. My happiness contrasts sharply with their sadness. And another thing. I tend to not throw pity parties. That rubs the people that want pity the wrong way. They want a big party. But that's not my kind of party. Because it's too pitiful. That makes me seem cruel. But I ain't cruel. I'm just a reasonably happy being amongst some very unhappy people. --Jim Broede