Yesterday I had a pal tell me he thought there were people who just couldn’t stand the idea of someone being happy. I would have liked to argue but I’ve witnessed the same thing.
I’m inherently happy. I may have a grueling life but I am still happy and feel satisfied at least 90% of time. I chalk this up to trines from Jupiter.
Jupiter types have a very hard time staying down. We just go up like a helium balloon, again and again and again. Pull it down, it comes down. Turn your back and its up again. Shoot it full of holes and next morning it’s restored. It’s right back where it was, wagging in the wind. And I can explain how it feels to be this kind of person on another day – this is my point:
Invariably the people who have a problem with other people being happy and unhappy themselves. Invariably people who are happy want you to be happy too.
Now if you are somewhere in the middle which most people are then you probably have a choice here. You can lie with the happy people because it is infectious. Alternately you can hang with the negative set and absorb that sort of like, “If you lie down with dogs…”
The AMF (my ex) used to remark all the time about happy people. He was naturally somewhat dour and here would come some waitress to serve us, sporting an enormous grin. Seeing her grin, I’d grin back and he’d shake his head as she left with the order.
“There’s one of your people,” he said.
“Yeah, she’s happy and it makes me happy to see her happy. I like that grin, it make me feel good. Does it make you feel good?”
“No. When I see people smile like that I just wonder what they are so happy about. Why are you smiling? I don’t get it.”
What are your observations around happiness and specifically the happy people you see out there?