Ironic, isn't it?

I hate. Even the thought. Of being unhappy. Because it's terribly depressing. And a waste of my good time. I'm able to tolerate. To some degree. Being around unhappy people. Because the contrast. Makes my personal happiness. Seem more robust. Odd, isn't it? The darkness makes the lightness seem spectacularly radiant. Anyway, I try my best. To cheer up friends lingering in the doldrums. With happy thoughts. Some tell me to shut up.  Makes me laugh.  Exactly what I wanted them to do.  Ironic, isn't it? --Jim Broede