Today's event was particularly stressful because it was a work outing that I had a major hand in planning. I was very, very nervous about whether or not people would have a good time- after all, it was supposed to be a reward for the best performers in the region!
Well, most people.
There was one person who... I think came for the sole purpose of not having a good time? I guess? This person was actually part of the reason I was so nervous leading up to the event, because they'd sort of been poo-poohing all my ideas and efforts. Seeing them in the context of all the other people, however, who were laughing and having a great time, I suddenly realized that I genuinely don't give a fig if they think it wasn't "good": the only reason they were having a "bad time" is because that's what they decided to have before they even showed up.