I was raised on this shit... no matter how bad things were, the answer was always that I "needed to think positive", "don't blame others" and generally just make excuses for every single bad thing that happened, and always the fault was mine. Always. It was a nightmare.

In fact, I've lately come to realize that "don't worry, be happy" is largely a mantra constantly repeated entirely for convenience. When I explained to an old friend about how a particular ailment was "written in my bones" (and it totally IS) This is -literally- a matter of molecular physics, something that could not be fixed no matter how hard one might try... And his excuse was "Well that's pretty negative..."

I stopped talking to him after that, because I realized that over the course of the past few months, in every single endeavour I made to get him involved in my plans, to give him something to be happy about...he had given me nothing but excuses to fail... to -not- improve, to roll over and accept misery for my entire life.

I'm old, but I ain't -that old-... This dumb bastard, younger than me, has consigned himself to a metaphorical Hospice.. Just miserable and fat and filling his days with distractions; video games and drugs and pizza and porn, so that he didn't have to be inconvenienced with happiness.

To Hell with that kinda "life".