This thread is ironic
Half the "happy uplifting people" are doped up on prozac, and are insufferable, egotistical, shallow, permagrinned ignoramuses that care for little more than their own narcissistic desires, don't read anything that isn't glossy and smells like JCPennys, only like to talk about restaurants, parties, sex, their latest boyfriend/girlfriend, drinking and of course, themselves. They can't take care of themselves, and are either barflies or churchies. Complete messes getting by in life on their good looks and their ability to change personality, character and opinion on a whim, based solely on who they are hanging out with.
I know and have lived with quite a few people like that. All positive and sunshine.... but can never pay their bills, break shit all the time, talk mad shit behind people's backs, always need a ride, never listen, always talking. But fuck it, as long as they look good, they are clueless, because there is never a shortage of people to sit there all googy eyed going uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.