normally, i don't feel happiness for people.  sure, i'd be glad if a person were to do well, but it's more a mixture of emotion that says,"as long as you're doing well, you're not whining to me, therefore i'm glad."  or it could be,"i'm glad you're doing fine and dandy, but i'd be glader if i were doing finer and dandier than you." you get the idea.

it's an extremely rare moment that i do become genuinely happy for someone.  therefore, i feel it necessary to make a big deal of it when it happens.

one of those moments was five minutes ago, when i read my sister's acceptance letters from the colleges to which she had applied.  i actually smiled.  i'm happy that she has the opportunity to do better than i.  and for once, i do not feel jealous nor discouraged from someone else's success.

p.s. - i know you're reading this jayzo, you dork ;o