Cs, I wish I could send some of my bubbling-over to the point of silliness joy to you. It is not fair that I seem to have an excess, which has to be some kind of chemical imbalance, as your sadness also must be.
It is certainly not religion or willpower or lack of sensitivity to the suffering of others, or lack of pain that cause the euphoria I feel. I only wish it was transferable, or that I knew how to share it.
This is horribly mushy, and it sounds like I'm boasting of my wonderful attitude, but I'm going to post it anyway, hoping you know that I mean well, and that I'm mainly angry at the unfairness, the randomness of who gets to have what.

All the best,
birte