What is it about people that they always feel obligated to point out the pitfalls of your happiness? Why can’t people just be happy for you?

Not sour grapes here but just trying to understand. As you get older happiness becomes a more elusive quantity. Sometimes you almost feel like being happy will somehow bring down the wrath of the gods. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that belly jiggling laugh that has you gasping for breath with tears streaming down your face…

Ciao