I always wonder about overly happy people. You know the ones I mean. When you see them they are literally gushing sweetness all over you. Honey drips from their mouths. You ask them how their day is and their day is the most wonderful day anyone has ever had. They are so optimistic that you want a boulder to flatten their sugary bodies all over the landscape.
The question is: Are they truly that happy? or: Is it all bullshit? Are these overly happy folk hanging around Disney World too much?
At this point in my life I consider myself a fairly happy and optimistic person. Actually, it’s practically a miracle that I ended up in the position that I am in. A few years ago, maybe 6 or 7 years ago, I was extremely depressed and looking at becoming a bag lady. Walking the streets searching for redeemable soda cans. Watching TV at the local appliance store. Dumpster diving. Fortunately my daughter stepped up and took me in and forced me to take antidepressants which I am happy pleased to say I am still taking.
My Dad had the habit of letting out a short laugh whenever I told him bad news. It took me a long time to realize it was just a knee jerk reaction and had nothing to do with how he felt about the news he was hearing. Everyone is different from the next person and we all react differently to everything and to each other but I will always wonder if these people who always appear to be overly happy are really hiding something.
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