Optimism: The Best Therapy

I'm not really a hateful person... but I have decided what I do hate: negative people. Lately I've been trying my hardest to always be positive. I was talking to my two friends Emily and Rachel the other day, and they said that it bugs them when people are always happy. (They were in bad moods.) They think that it's abnormal to always be happy. I disagreed with them at first, but then I started thinking... everyone goes through trials and feels sorrow, so no one can always be happy. But! Being happy and being positive are completely different things.

Positivity: having an attitude with which you always look for the best in everything, and try to focus on the happiness.

Happiness: actually being joyful and smiling and feeling like everything that actually matters in your life is going great.

I used to think that I'm always happy, but then I realized I'm not. Not really. I'm positive and that's all that matters. There are quite a few things in my life that could cause me to be so very upset and grumpy all the time, but instead I choose to be positive. Something that actually does cause me to become happy is service. I love bringing joy to other people. When Emily and Rachel were all sad and mad that one day, the next day I brought them "bricks of pudding." I totally made their weeks. :D It made me so happy to just see their faces light up when I gave them their bricks. (By the way, bricks of pudding are an inside joke between us, so the fact that I actually made some for them was pretty hilarious.) Service is incredible. Even just the little things. I think that when I serve I am touched more than those I serve.

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Change of topic. Okay, so after Jive the other night the scariest thing happened. (Not to me, thankfully. I would have cried.) It was a living nightmare. There was a person in Kiefer's car. A random person. Hiding in his backseat. Thankfully he saw them, and was driving near a friend so he called them and they looked in his car and saw the person. Then Kiefer pulled over and was about to run out of his car when the person hopped out and ran down the street. CREEPY. I honestly have nightmares ALL THE TIME about people hiding in my car. I've always been so paranoid about it. But I always thought it was an irrational fear. I mean really. I always lock my car, and I live in Twin Falls, ID, where very little crime ever happens. Ever. And that guy could have very easily been in my car instead. Kiefer said his car had been locked (so honestly, how the heck'd that guy get in?), and my car had been parked in the exact same parking lot. If that guy had broken into my car I could have been killed. Because the way I drive home is mostly in the dark out in the middle of nowhere between a bunch of farming fields. Easy place for someone to hide a body. Hearing about what happened to Kiefer makes me so thankful for being safe that night. I am even more careful to check my car now than I was before. Eep.