I’ve been doing a little pseudoscience via my Facebook feed. As I read through my friends’ updates, most of them are re-posts of Internet memes, Facebook-based “quizzes,” feel-good images, and those posts that make you feel like crap if you don’t click “like”– you know the ones: the kid who beat cancer, the soldiers, anything Jesus-related, anti-animal abuse, etc. It’s not that I don’t support those worthy ideas. I simply don’t want to wear out my mouse and right index finger because of some misplaced sense of guilt.
Among the other posts, I’ve noticed a decrease in the number of posts about people’s lives. Of those posts, many I read depict a misery that is often heart-wrenching. Perhaps one or two posts I read each day are actually original and positive. I wonder if life is so pervasively awful, or is it something else.
I think that we’ve all heard the well-worn adage that misery loves company. Is life really so awful that we all should be miserable? Or is it that it’s comfortable to share misery as a way of making friends?
My life, although far from perfect in many ways, has taken a serious left turn from where it was a year ago. I’ve got my challenges (some pretty rough!) but nothing that I would classify as in any remote way as “miserable.” I’m happy. Happy! So is my family. I get the feeling that being happy is intimidating because it makes unhappy people feel worse about themselves.
Misery loves company. What does happiness love?
More people to love and guide