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Simon Cowell. Dick Cheney. Walter Matthau. Oscar the Grouch. Burgess Meredith. Grumpy. Bill O’Reilly. Andy Rooney. And every other cat. There are a variety of words for them: Curmudgeons, grumps, old coots, bellyachers, faultfinders, grousers, malcontents, sourpusses, soreheads, moaners and grouches. They are the walking, talking equivalent of rain clouds, dampening the spirits of all when they walk into a room. They have the almost prescient ability to find and instantaneously utter the one phrase that drains the happiness from their mates.
You know one. They sit across from you in the lunchroom, telling everyone within earshot why they can’t eat cheese anymore because they’re lactose intolerant, while you try to scup out your daily portion of last night’s chicken fettucini from that little Tupperware container. If they give you a ride to work, they will give you a blow-by-blow as to why every other driver is rude, that the economy is in its last gasps, that their children are headed for a lifetime in jail, that their spouse never listens, etc. And you refamiliarize yourself with childhood prayers, as you seek the strength to not brain him.
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To be a grouch is to be a conoisseur of negativity, growing your own sustenance in dark, ugly places, drawing often from vast stores. I’ve known so many people who were down on their luck for a time, who fell out of belief with the goodness of others, consciously choosing to expect nothing from those they interact with. This is not the one I speak of, temporarily dwelling in a bad place until circumstances change (or they change them); no, rather I am talking about the one who has been rendered incapable of digging their way out. I’m talking about the hopeless one…
How Did National Grouch Day Come to Be?
National Grouch Day emerged many years ago on the pages of Sesame Street Magazine, as a celebration of the uniquely downward-leaning personality of the one and only Oscar the

Grouch. We love Oscar. Some of you have the t-shirt. You know who you are. As with many of the characters on Sesame Street, Oscar embodied a personality type that we were to be introduced to, so that we could see how other characters coped with him, and learn from their example.
What’s the Story behind Oscar the Grouch?
As the story goes, Jim Henson and a friend went to a restaurant in Manhattan, either called “Oscar’s Salt of the Sea” or “Oscar’s Tavern,” depending on who tells the story. During their meal, they had the joy of being waited on by someone whose grumpiness was so extreme, that it was downright comical. Return visits to the restaurant were performed as a form of “masochistic entertainment.” The part of this unpleasurable individual shall forever be embodied in trash-can dwelling Oscar the Grouch.
Is Grouchiness a Permanent Condition?
If you find yourself slowly sliding into a sea of pessimism, and cannot find a way to part from the undertow, here are 7 ways to lose the pessimism drawing you further from the happy shore, courtesy of LifeOptimizer.Org:
Grouchiness is Dangerous
Ongoing, deepset pessimism is dangerous to your relationships, your career, your lovelife, and your body. The stress of maintaining anger at the World around you will surely weaken your heart and shorten the very lifespan you need to overcome your problems and learn to love life again. In short, grouchiness kills.
I provided a short quote at the beginning of this post, and will now share the entire quote, because I think it is highly appropriate for the subject.
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that it will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” – Ernest Hemingway

What Breaks Us Makes Us Stronger
It is said that the weld is stronger than the metal. And good glue is stronger than the porcelain it holds together again. You cannot prepare for the breaks in your life, but you do have to engage in life to be broken by it. Failure to do so, and you will never learn to stitch together the breaks, never accept and move forward stronger. You might as well die a slow but painless death…
Get out of the trash can. Celebrate who you are, and let the rest of us love you…and re-learn to love the rest of us back.
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