I’m a positive person (not nice) that is a little extroverted most times than not and a lot of my friends especially new ones that are around my age have never ending stories of abuse and mistreatment. I’m glad that I’m able to be a positive person in their lives but it’s daunting to me that for some of them I’ve been the only positive person they’ve met. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some saint, savior or hero. I just make good jokes and allow people to freely express themselves around me. I don’t cut down people emotions and allow hate to be vented so I’m really trustworthy I guess. The fact that we all sit around talking mad shit about everything, making jokes about the fuck up world we live is sign that like you don’t be loving and cheerful to be positive. So what’s the deal why don’t people share in hate together. What makes me so different?