I know a few Eeyores. I’ve known even more. They reside pessimistically in the various circles in which I operate from both work and non-work. I am very fond of all the Eeyores in my life, past and present. I couldn’t live without them. They fulfill a basic function for me. They inadvertently cheer me up. They make me smile. They make me happy. I like the challenge of making them smile (and they do smile when prompted). I think I naturally gravitate to life’s Eeyores. I need at least one in my life. My eldest son can be a bit of an Eeyore and I get a great sense of achievement if I persuade him out of his Eeyoreness. If you ask an Eeyore how he or she is on any particular day, they will always answer with negatives (but secretly they will be pleased you care).
I think I’m a Tigger. Of course everyone (else) needs a Tigger in their life, especially the Eeyores.