Illustration: Jen Troyer
I have a friend who is a human Eeyore. Like Eeyore, she is witty and lovable. Like Eeyore, terrible things befall her constantly, confirming her belief that the world is a grim place. Her Eeyore-ish, "Oh bother"-ness is so much a part of her that she seems to think happiness is simply not for her, as if some people were just Eeyores and some were just Pooh Bears (happy, simple, kind of dumb). It's difficult to say to someone like this that happiness isn't necessarily something you're born with or without, like blue eyes. That, yes, different people have different dispositions, but also, sometimes it simply takes work. Work to remember the good things in life, to connect to the people we care about, to do things for others in order to get out of our own heads. Even for "happy" people.