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You Should be Happier
If I had a dollar for every time I was told I should try to be happier, I would probably be rich by now. Who chooses to feel bad? I get in bad moods often. Most of the time for no apparent reason. My husband swears I’m forever on my period or PMSing. I can be fine all day and then BANG, a fucking mood swing hits me.
“Just be happy,” they say. I wish it was that easy.
For example, the other night I was watching tv with my husband. Everything was fine. Then out of nowhere, I became fucking enrage about him eating Peanut Butter M&Ms. My husband was perplexed when I sat up and gave him the most disapproving look. I guess he, too, was caught off guard. “Have you no portion control?” I snapped at him. I shifted the tone for the rest of our night.
And then yesterday, I felt my bad mood coming on as I was logging off work. Why now? I have been fine all day! At least let me feel like shit while I’m on the clock. Anyway, I put on my dancing shoes and went outside to learn a new shuffle routine. (Oh yea, I started shuffling a few months ago to try to combat my negativity and bad attitude.) Well, it backfired this time. I was feeling heavy, it was humid as fuck, the seemingly perfect little human in my laptop was making it look so easy yet here I was sweating like a pig and tripping all over myself — all a recipe for making my foul mood even worse. All who came into…
