People will always hate you for being happy. In this twisted world happiness is the equivalent of evil. If you are happy, you are spoiled, if you are sad, you are responsible and hard working. I'm not sure where this view got so incredibly skewed, but evidently it did. I've always had this exact label. I am happy, therefore I am spoiled and have an easy life. It has nothing to do with my self esteem, my life, my academic career, my friends, all those things go by the way side and some how you are spoiled. If something bad happens or sad, automatically your strife isn't as bad as someone who is already unhappy. My emotions are a reflection of my perspective. I have always told myself that there will always be someone with more and someone with less and you need to be okay with the life you have. If you are not happy, make yourself happy. You can't help people who do not want to be helped. I don't sympathize with people who spend their lives moaning and complaining and never make a change for the better. Sympathy should be reserved for the people who cannot change their lives or are struggling through things that as an outsider we cannot comprehend. Being happy has become something to be feared and unspoken. I have spent my life working towards a happiness that my friends and family find infectious. There is a reason people love to hate me and those that love me, love me more because of my ability to be light and airy. I don't take myself seriously and if you perceive me a different way, you clearly don't deserve the good things I have to offer. Label me what you want and try and hit me with your best shot. Others opinions do not matter to me, unless that person matters to me more than myself.
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