Does anyone like living in the middle of constant, seething negativity?
Some people like it or shall we more accurately say negativity becomes an addiction.
Hanging out with people who are negative about virtually everything is worse than discouraging. It becomes oppressive, even death-like.
I attended a Leftist university in the early 70s. Our college cheer was: “Big deal, so what, who cares, why bother?” This was the chant of a bunch of rich young rulers being negative and pretending to be apathetic: very, very “cool.”
As a young, ignorant know-it-all, I appropriated this nonsense. Once a patriot, I became hip and negative, aloof and negative, arrogant and negative. America was racist. America was imperialistic. America was all about consumption, raping the earth, war, and bourgeois greed, shallow spirituality, pride, injustice, and poverty.