Someone shared news with me and I was happy for them.
Happy with them.
Someone else was the voice of unhappiness and they grumbled the slightest bit.
They grumbled just enough for me to realize that it was true. They were snarky JUST long enough for it to feel sincere. They let me hear the tiny edge in their voice that told me they were the slightest bit not-happy.
And it sucked.
It took a little piece of my happy away.
How can you not be happy when something awesome happens to someone you feel fantastic about? When you’re truly happy for them you want to jump up and down at their triumph. Don’t you almost burst with foolish pride at their achievement?
Then, why can’t you just be happy for them?
You must be unhappy in your small little places that you can’t at least smile and make it not about you.
You know what they say, if you can’t say something nice, then don’t let me hear it.