When I was a freshman in high school, some of my close friends found my constant cheerfulness to be quite annoying. I could not understand why my closest friends were starting to hate me. They could not hate me just because I was optimistic most of the time. When I entered sophomore year in high school, I had to re-evaluate the friends I was hanging out with. I asked myself, “Are they able to lift up my mood when I was down or do they make me feel worse?” I realized that they were having a bad influence on me, making me very sidetracked. I was actually starting to pick up their bad habit of complaining about everything. This made me feel depressed about life and I started to miss my cheerful self. I had to make a difficult decision and slowly start to surround myself with optimistic friends. My friends were talking negatively of me and told me, “You ditched us for new friends. That is not cool of you to do that.” I still tried to hang out with my “depressive friends” at least once or twice a week, but they basically considered our friendship to be over. There was no use in continuing to hang out with them; they were being so cold to me. Compared to the friends who I used to hang out with, my new group of friends were complete opposites. I felt so good being with friends who were always encouraging me and having positive attitudes. My joyful friends even had better grades in school because of how confident they were, and influenced me to do the same.