What's not to love?

I've come to realize that some people are just un-happy. There is nothing more to it then that, their choice. They may live in the most exciting place on earth (Las Vegas) or have the coolest friends (me) but they are determined to be miserable.  I want to say I don't hate these people but they do upset me.  I want to smack the hell out of anyone who thinks Las Vegas sucks.... but still insists on living here! I want to pull the wig off any queen who bitches about how hard it is to find someone to love them when they themselves are only looking for the flaws they can find in someone!  Mostly.... I want to vomit when I remember that I fall into the same trap from time to time.  Happiness is a choice. Why it is that everyone, everyday, myself included, don't always choose to smile will remain a mystery to me for as long as the phenomenon exists. 

Its all about that damn glass being half full or empty....