Is it wrong that I get tired of being around people who only feel sorry for themselves and are seeking pity? Is it wrong that I find it less than desirable for a man to lack confidence and self-esteem? We all have to deal with life's curve balls. “Grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” This is my motto, and I think if more people adopted it, there'd be a lot more happy people in this world and the need for prozac would greatly decrease.
