Sometimes I fear that there is something dreadfully wrong with me, because happy people piss me off. Share a rant, and I'll be there to defend you. Tell a sob story and I'll run over with tissues. But gush on and on about how fantastic life is? Not only do I find you boring, I'll eventually come to see you as an annoying scab whose very sight makes me want to vomit. "Seeing you so happy makes me unhappy." I like to think that I'm a good person. I obey the law, practice good manners, and have high morals. So why can't I stand these happy people? Some call these people "refreshing" and "delightful." I call them "tiring," because spending an entire day with...