The Happy People. Oh, don’t you just love these happy people? Or they can make you completely mad. Whereever they are, is the best place on Earth. Whichever school their kids go, is the best school for kids. Whatever weather they are going through is the best possible weather on this planet. Wah wah wah!
There is no such concept of keeping a balanced approach. Its all green on their side of the pasture. A friend of mine is like that. He lived in a $hithole back in mid-west. A total red-neck town and he would always sing praises about how beautiful the landscape is. How fall is so terrific. It is so peaceful and serene. Blah blah blah. Good for you, dude! Then he moved to a cosmopolitan city, and he is raving about multiculturalism, variety, desi joints and community. If I didn’t knew him better I’d say he is always the happiest person on Earth. I bet if he moves to Serbia, he’d sing praises for the vast glaciers, and how he loves playing with polar bears.
Don’t get me wrong. Hanging out with happy people can generally make you happy as well.
But only if they are not like a complete lota.
So this dude, now that he has moved to a cosmopolitan place, if you ask him about the hicky red-neck town, will tell you how that was the worst place in the world and how glad he is that he is now moved to this great cosmopolitan city. Wonderful. So what was all that raving about the fall, the landscape, the peacefulness? Oh the place was freakin’ dead! Now you tell me!!! 
A cousin of mine back in Lahore is the same way. Her kids used to go to a regular franchise-based school and she’d rave about the uniform and consistent quality of education. The exposure to all kinds of kids. Etc etc. Her husband got a promotion, the kids move to a highly expensive private school. Now the rave about exclusivity and the highest standard of education. Ask her about the previous school experience, turns out it was a dump.
An uncle I knew used to sing praises for his in-laws. So how is your mother in law? Oh, she is so sweet. And I heard your brother-in-law moved in with you? Oh yeah, he is the sweetest kid, always helpful around the house. Fantastic. He got divorced after a few years. Now the mother-in-law is the most cunning lady on the face of the Earth, and the brother-in-law was the messiest kid in the block, but get this, his new wife and her parents are the best thing that happened to him in his entire life!
After a while, you kinda discount all their opinions by about 95%. Good for you, sir, but don’t bore me with your drivel.
