ARGH!!

I really don't understand why some people are NEVER happy in life. They keep grumbling about something or the other and those "something or the other" seem so stupid to me. I mean, sometimes I ask people to shut their mouths up and stop grumbling but somehow I can always find them complaining about everything around them. Why can they never see the brighter side of life? Why do they always find a fault in everything they see or hear or touch? Why can't they just be happy with what they have? I call it pessimism but some call it the REALITY! :O I'm really confused and frustrated at the moment!
Here's a small instance which I think I should mention here.
Our final exams were going on and we were done with 5 subjects (out of 6) . A friend of mine calls me up and says, "Oh, man! We have one more to go! I'm sick and tired of these exams. We have ONE more" (She's not excited and all about having to write just one exam. She's cribbing that we have ONE more). I told her that she should be happy that we have just one more and we're done with FIVE! She snapped back telling me that I always see the brighter side of things(She SNAPPED back! Is that something to complain about?! Being optimistic, I thought, was a good quality! She made me look like a cretin!)
This irritated me a great deal. I don't know why these days I get irritated by the smallest of things and shout at everyone. I must try controlling my temper, but such things really get onto my nerves.
All I say is, "Smile, it won't harm you!"

Now, I'm feeling a lot better. Blogging is a good stress-buster! :):) I feel great, actually! I should blog more often. There are some more issues I need to talk about but not now.. I'll probably write them when I'm disgusted with things around me.

Going for a walk with Anitha now. signing off...

*HUG*

=) This is so cute!

I wonder why...

I had nothing to do this morning and I thought of writing a story to kill my boredom. As soon as I picked up my pencil to write, the first thing that came to my mind was to write a story about an athlete who met with an accident and was crippled for life and how she copes with the *murderously* competitive world. Then i realised that all the stories that I've written so far have always been about either a cancer patient or a war-affected area or about Indo-Pak conflicts(read: riots in Kashmir) or drug addiction. All these stories have had sad endings. Never have I written about the love shown by a mother to her child or the little things in life which bring enormous pleasure to a person... I wonder why I always start and end a story on a sad note... Is everything around us so full of grief and sadness or is it just my mindset...

I wonder what it is...

The cliched intro!

Hello there!
This is my first post :)
Will post something nice when I have time!!!