Sunny days, sweepin’ the clouds away. On our way to where the air is sweet.” The general population strives to be happy; to find that place in our everyday lives where the air is sweet. One of the ways we do this is by taking our happiness and sharing it with our friends. Humans feed off each other’s happiness, giving love and receiving it. We’re all sharing a map; we are all looking for Sesame Street. However, there are people in our lives that don’t participate and can certainly not tell us how to get to Sesame Street. We all know them, we love them, and sometimes they drive us a little crazy: the Oscar Grouches of the world.
Grouches have many characteristics; the chief among them being the inability to be happy. Nothing is ever going their …show more content…
I never wanted to get in trouble, rock the boat, or generally upset the homeostasis of those around me. Being a burden gave me anxiety and made me feel as though I was put on this earth to make everyone’s load a little heavier. I balanced this feeling out by doing everything I could to be a productive and kind member of society. I thought my job as a Nice Person™ was to listen to everyone complain about their problems and to propose solutions. This made me a frequent victim of the Grouch. This went on until about the time I was ten, when I realized people were taking advantage of my Nice Person™ self. In particular, I had a cousin who was a total Grouch. She wanted everything done for her, and because I loved her I would do anything for her. She would ask me to get her water, and I would. She would ask me to get her a snack, and I would. She would complain, and I would listen. She would exclude me, and I would go talk to the adults. She would be a Grouch, and I would be her pet worm. This went on for a long time. Finally, I realized that I wasn’t required to do everything for everyone because they told me to. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off all the time, and I was sick of it. Self worth is not determined by how easy you can make someone else’s life. I finally grasped this idea, and for the first time I realized negative people were my pet peeve. I also started to understand why they made me so …show more content…
You see, when someone is negative all the time they demand your attention, and act as if you owe them something. As someone striving to be a good person, I try to do what is asked of me. However, I do not owe them anything, and I see that now. You do not owe them anything either. You do not owe them your time, your energy, or your attention. When you give them any of those things, they just take advantage of you. They steal all your time, energy, and attention. They act like they are entitled to you, and that makes me very angry. You are never entitled to another human being. Another big reason excrutiatingly negative people make me angry is that there are so many things to be in love with in life! There is so much to celebrate! Life sucks sometimes, but these people don’t try to see the beautiful, happy parts. This narrow-mindedness saps the energy of the people close to the Grouch. However, I am not worried about this any longer because I have a plan to fix
Grouches have many characteristics; the chief among them being the inability to be happy. Nothing is ever going their …show more content…
I never wanted to get in trouble, rock the boat, or generally upset the homeostasis of those around me. Being a burden gave me anxiety and made me feel as though I was put on this earth to make everyone’s load a little heavier. I balanced this feeling out by doing everything I could to be a productive and kind member of society. I thought my job as a Nice Person™ was to listen to everyone complain about their problems and to propose solutions. This made me a frequent victim of the Grouch. This went on until about the time I was ten, when I realized people were taking advantage of my Nice Person™ self. In particular, I had a cousin who was a total Grouch. She wanted everything done for her, and because I loved her I would do anything for her. She would ask me to get her water, and I would. She would ask me to get her a snack, and I would. She would complain, and I would listen. She would exclude me, and I would go talk to the adults. She would be a Grouch, and I would be her pet worm. This went on for a long time. Finally, I realized that I wasn’t required to do everything for everyone because they told me to. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off all the time, and I was sick of it. Self worth is not determined by how easy you can make someone else’s life. I finally grasped this idea, and for the first time I realized negative people were my pet peeve. I also started to understand why they made me so …show more content…
You see, when someone is negative all the time they demand your attention, and act as if you owe them something. As someone striving to be a good person, I try to do what is asked of me. However, I do not owe them anything, and I see that now. You do not owe them anything either. You do not owe them your time, your energy, or your attention. When you give them any of those things, they just take advantage of you. They steal all your time, energy, and attention. They act like they are entitled to you, and that makes me very angry. You are never entitled to another human being. Another big reason excrutiatingly negative people make me angry is that there are so many things to be in love with in life! There is so much to celebrate! Life sucks sometimes, but these people don’t try to see the beautiful, happy parts. This narrow-mindedness saps the energy of the people close to the Grouch. However, I am not worried about this any longer because I have a plan to fix