So, I may have said to my husband on a certain monday evening,
sometimes those really happy clappy people at church make me angry.
I’ve been trying to figure out all week why this might be so. Am I jealous that I don’t have the obvious joy that they do? Do I think they’re a bunch of joy-fakers? Am I frustrated with my own lack of excitability and my self-defined ‘realism’? (which, for the record, some people call pessimism, but whatever…) It’s been days now and I can’t pinpoint why I’m irritated by something I should be so happy about.
Anyone else ever felt this way?