Later, maybe tomorrow, you could point out how they didn’t mean it or how I might have misunderstood. OK? Great. I’m starting my criticism now.”

Such a dynamic is hard on her and on me. It beats the alternative, though, I guess — each of us being married to our own kind. Can you imagine? Curmudgeons: “What a jerk that guy is.” “Jerk!? He’s a stupid jerk.” “He’s a rotten stupid jerk.” “And he dresses like his mama didn’t like him.” Very happy people: “He’s not so bad.” “He’s actually pretty good.” “He’s never kicked a dog, as far as I know.” “I believe he just needs another chance.”

Lemme outta here! The same types being together just amp each other up.

And although the curmudgeons are funnier (the clothes thing, you have to admit, was better than giving the guy another chance), it’s probably best that opposites attract. Before I can say anything definitive, though, let me wait for the results from some university’s standard opposites-attract test.

In the meantime, let me say that, yes, Virginia, there are very happy people. They do seem weird. But they’re not. Annoying, yes. But not weird. Not too weird, anyway.