“Here come bad news talking this and that,
Well, give me all you got, and don’t hold it back;
Well I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine,
No offense to you don’t waste your time.
Here’s why, because I’m happy…”
Taken from the second verse of Pharrell’s song Happy, these words are my life. In the eyes of some people, this is evidently a great sin. I have had a few people through the years launch criticisms at me because they say I’m “always happy” or “always in a good mood” in their opinion. What they don’t know is that I have my trying times just like everyone else. But I don’t go around wearing my “woe is me, have pity on me” temperament on my sleeve.
I look at people who easily find reasons to complain about everything, poking their lip out, moping around with a down and grim mood. I just shake my head at them. Who wants to be around a sour puss that always complains about things? I never understood why people have a problem with happy. My mom always said that some people dislike in others what they can’t find for themselves. Whatever their reason, I’ll keep on embracing my happy for as long as I have breath in me.