Some people are very strange.

A strange, strange thing about unhappiness. I know unhappy people.  Who don’t have to be unhappy. After all, from my perspective, they have many, many reasons to be happy. But they choose not to be happy. Indeed, that is strange. I have many, many reasons to be unhappy. But still, I’m happy.  Relatively speaking, of course. Possibly because I have an innate desire to  be genuinely happy. No matter what. Makes me wonder. If certain people have an innate longing to be unhappy. It’s just their way  Their choice.  Maybe being unhappy makes them sort of happy. In their inimitable way. Because they are being their true selves. Like I say: Strange, strange, strange. Some people are very strange. --Jim Broede