I realize that I am generally a happy person. I think part of the reason why is that I try and not let too many things bother me. Particularly, things that other people are doing. I really don’t care if someone wants to drive an auto, or what bathroom they choose to poop in, or what God they want to pray to, or what clothes they want to wear, or if they want to stance their car, or if they like chocolate ice cream, or if they like dogs instead of cats, or if they like NASCAR, or if they put pineapple on their pizza, or if they prefer Madonna instead over Pink Floyd, or any of that. I don’t get why people get so worked up over what others do.