So, it turns out that people who were really happy as children tend to not pay attention while crossing the street and die young, or something else just as miserable. (I made up that part about cars because I’m cranky and I’m feeding into my bad attitude in the hope of living longer. If you die young, you never get to be one of those crabby old ladies that do whatever they want because they are old and I so want to do that.)
Key to Success? Stop Being So Cheerful
Interesting. But what do they say about otherwise cheerful people who are forced to be in the presence of the misery-mongers? I suspect there's a diminution of life expectancy right there…