Do you know someone who’s happiest when they’re unhappy? Someone who can find something to complain about in every situation?
A few months ago, I met someone like this. “Vivian” is a successful and accomplished woman, married to a nice man for over ten years. Her children are grown, all healthy and self-sufficient. On the outside looking in, she has a lovely life – until she speaks. Everything pisses her off. Everyone is stupid. Nothing is as it should be. Her motto: Well, that’s just great.
Vivian and I got to know each other a bit, traveling in the same professional circles. I find that in measured doses, I like her. It amuses me to see how creative she can get – how far she will reach to turn something nice into crap.
Some examples:
- When she couldn’t get a WiFi signal in the middle of an extravagant meal in a beautiful restaurant – “With the property taxes I pay, I should just stay home where I can get a damned signal.”
- When she sneezed and someone said ‘bless you’ – “Well, somebody ought to.”
- When looking at a beautiful sunset – “You know, it’s pollution that makes those vivid colors.”
- When being congratulated on her tenth wedding anniversary – “Yeah, the prenup finally expired”
Wow.
At first I thought that perhaps she was going through a tough time. But now I believe that she chooses unhappiness. She works hard to maintain it. She is more fortunate than most, but she wants to see only dark clouds. There is no making her happy. All of this would be fine and dandy. Do whatever you like. But her attitude is toxic. After ½ hour or so, I have to get away from her and join the ranks of other people who are avoiding her. Her negativity is heavy. Her barrage of complaints make me tired and make my joints ache. She is cancerous to a conversation. If you’re not paying close attention, you will find yourself drawn into complaining about your life too. Having a nice day? Here, let me kill it for you.
So like many others before me, I will be polite, but for my own (sometimes fragile) well-being, I will hold her at arm’s length. And I will feel sad for her.

















