I was told there are people who just can’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. It doesn’t matter if life is grueling, I am still happy and feel satisfied at least 80% 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.
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.
If you are somewhere in the middle which most people are, you probably have a choice. You can lie with the happy people because happiness is infectious. Alternately you can hang with the negative set and absorb that sort of like, “If you lie down with dogs…”
I dated a man for a few years who used to remark all the time about happy people. He was naturally dour; 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.”
I want to update this because my moon is about to progress to Sagittarius, a naturally upbeat position. Hooray!
What are your observations around happiness and specifically the happy people you see out there?