and this is what I think is my biggest problem. I want to be happy, but I don't want to be anything like the happy people I know. They seem so phony and are about as deep as a kiddie pool. It seems they are focused only on their own lives and the inconsequential goings-on in their circle of friends, while appearing completely apathetic to the suffering that goes on all over the world. Many of them seem like robots off an assembly line, all dressing and talking exactly the same. Forgive the generalizations, but for the most part, happy people bore me to tears. On the other hand, depressed people have always seemed so much more interesting to me. They're usually very intelligent, creative, soulful people who are searching for deeper answers. They are much more selfless (sometimes to a fault) and tend to be free-spirited people, or at least tried to be before society slapped them down. I would rather have a conversation with a depressed person any day over a happy one. So my question is: how can a person be happy when he can't stand happy people?