Addicted to happiness.

I tend to alienate unhappy people. Because I constantly exude happy vibes. Apparently, that rubs some of the unhappy ilk in negative, caustic ways.  They blame me. For making them even more unhappy.  But I can't help myself. Because happiness comes in natural and unrestrained ways.  I am compelled to be happy. Yes, addicted. To happiness. Therefore, I am helpless. In efforts to suppress my happiness. Even in the presence of the unhappy.  That makes me a mean but happy bastard. In the eyes and hearts and minds of the forlorn and depressed. But I'm working on it. By searching for ways to be happily unhappy. --Jim Broede