I honestly haven’t been really happy since I was eight years old. That was a great year.
But I drink a lot now, and that helps!!
Yes. Freakishly so. Today is my birthday. I set up my christmas tree, had dinner from my favorite restaraunt, watched some TV, hung out with the SO, and in a few minutes I’m gonna crawl into bed with my puppy.
However, I’m pretty much always happy. Yes, I know it drives everyone else nuts, but I really can’t help myself. I suppose when something goes wrong, the first thing I do is imagine how much worse it could be, and then don’t feel too bad about it.
Anyhow, for you folks that aren’t having a good time of it right now, my sympathies. I would recommend the “Imagine how much worse it could be!” technique, but I think it only works for freaks such as myself.
I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stay sad for long–ever. I’ve tried sulking and whining and moaning and feeling miserable. It doesn’t work. I guess I just have this naturally buoyant, optimistic, cheerful, happy nature.
So, yeah. Guess so. 
I’m not sad. Just a realist.