for what it is worth,i spoke to my wife about this today.
i asked her if she really thought i was a miserable geyt.
she asked why i was asking, i told her that i was worried i was.
she gave me a big cuddle and a kiss and told me that i was not, and when she called me a misery it was in fun.
There is always something to smile about. 
no there is'nt!
The OP's post is scary, I'd love to say no, But I would honestly have to say yes
Same here. I'm very selective about who I like, and suspicious of people on first meeting. I don't like group things, either.
Grumpy? Yeah, probably. I'm not going to change though.
Definately a curmudgeon, dunno about miserable Fecker, last 18 months were grim due to my lack of full time employment and the impact it was having on the home front. Howevs I got a Job that I love in february, Mrstubing is spending our new found wealth on fripperies and I can have the occasional pint without wondering whether the mortgage is covered.
Stick it out El tonno, the nights darkest just before the prawn or something to that effect.
You know when you read in the paper about some pensioner that died alone and nobody turned up to the funeral and you wonder how that happened? Well those miserable old feckers had an entire life to make friends and stay involved. You get out what you put in and whilst it might be fine to mooch about in the house on your own in your thirties and forties - avoiding those "family do's" that you dislike so much, it will be a different story when you're seventy-five and you realise you have no friends, you've alienated your entire family and nobody gives a shit about you. Start socialising and being pleasant right now if you don't want to die alone and ignored.
Well those miserable old feckers had an entire life to make friends and stay involved.
Nice.
So I spose the fact that they may well have suffered from depression or some form of mental illness is something they should have manned TFU about and made an effort to be happy, then?
Well those miserable old feckers had an entire life to make friends and stay involved
Maybe they did....?
Try these lyrics for size..
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed
"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled
In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/heaven_knows_im_miserable_now_lyrics_smiths_the.html
All about Smiths The: http://www.musictory.com/music/Smiths+The
Yeah but Morrisey is Northern, and by default, miserable. 
No it's true!
Ton, I am exactly like this and like you it is starting to really bug me why I am 
From the 15 people I work with 2 are Scotish and both are the most miserable people i've ever met. One however, by his own admission is happy to be miserable.
Scottish.....hmmmmm, guilty as charged 
Bikebouy - not bad for a 14 year old kid.
Morrisey likes to think of himself as a wee bit Irish too doesn't he?
you want miserable lyrics i give you the majesty of "Hardly getting over it" by Husker Du; almost everone in the song dies! :D 
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by
And I stopped him on the street to ask him
How it went, and all he did was cry
I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes
Asked him what the problem was, he says
"Here is your disguise"
Now he's hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by
Hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by
Old man lays down by the railroad tracks
Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back
I asked him what the time was, he says
"Hit the road now, Jack"
Went back to see him next week
He died of a heart attack and died away
Now he's hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by
Hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by
Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die
And grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away
My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die
And what do I do when they die?
Now I'm hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by
Hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by, by
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