curmudgeon
Among certain of my contemporaries I am known as Mudge. It's open to question whether an objective observer would characterize me as a "cantankerous old man" - but neither would anyone wonder (for long) how I came by that name.
It may be that some earthlings are congenitally grumpy. Or cynical. Or even downright negative. If so, I don't qualify. I am not one of those people who always sees the glass as half empty. Au contraire. I consider myself one of the most fortunate individuals ever to exist. However, the reason for this is rooted in the way I think and the way I perceive things ... and among my perceptions is the persuasion that the planet I occupy is a dangerous and unhappy place - and doesn't need to be!
How can one bask in the satisfaction of one's own (perceived) good fortune in the midst of such a disagreeable (perceived) reality?
Admittedly, my perceptions could be suspect. But they appear to be echoed by a great many others.
What is not often echoed, I find, is the analysis underlying my perceptions - an analysis elaborated in this website. I consider it remotely possible the exercise will prompt feedback harbouring the potential either to render me less unsettled regarding my fellow planet-dwellers or to render them less objectionable to me.
(I'm not holding my breath.)
In the meantime, I will continue to grumble away, unrepentant, in my mudgedom.