Cindy and I know people who just love to bitch and complain about every little thing. It’s like they’re going out of their way to be unhappy about the most insanely insignificant things. We would love for these people to try to see things differently, but it’s a lot like hoarders. So many of them don’t consider what they do hoarding, or they just don’t see all the trash and filth. They don’t smell the dog shit or cat shit. They’re used to it. And when you’re used to being a miserable human being, you don’t see that, hey, you might be a miserable human being.

Maybe one day, they’ll choose to work harder on seeing things differently, but they’re in charge of their own timing, right? The best you can hope for is that someday they will make that choice, and they’ll look to you as an example, and for inspiration.

This reminds me of Ebenezer Scrooge because he had the exact opposite problem with happiness, with everyone being cheery.