Of Vain Cheerfulness and the Humility in Being Unhappy
I hate cheerful people. They are so out of touch with
reality…
Go to the zoo and see the animals there. See anyone
laughing? No, cause they’re locked up cages you’ll say…
Then go out to the forest and see the birds and animals;
check out the street dogs even. Ever seen them laughing? No.
Obviously, cause it isn’t natural to be happy!
Happiness is a senseless emotion that somehow got infused into
our bloodstream. By the devil, I tell you!
I hate cheerful people. Trying to spread a warm message that
life is good and shit like that. Why bother going to such depths to make people
happy when they have no intrinsic emotion to be it! Why feed them lies!
There’s this friend of mine. Has started this new business
where he sends people happy and positive messages. Makes them get up with a
smile. See the positive side of life. He’s into the happiness business. What a
liar! One time, I remember, he almost died from jaundice. Then said “screw you”
to death and came back. Fought back death so that he could live again and
spread the message to people who don’t realize their life’s worth. So it makes
sense for him to be happy, right?
Wrong! Cause happiness is just not a natural state for a
living being to be in!
I look at happy people and wonder if they’re high on those Rastafarian
Jamaican herbals….
You see, anger is hereditary. You’ll say no, and I’ll say
what do you know! Look around you. If you find that a father has sudden fits of
anger, then you’ll find the traits in at least one of their children too. It’s
in their genes.
Quote from a website, taken without permission,”I grew up in
quite a dysfunctional family. My father had anger problems for quite a while, and
my brother took it over from him.
I notice from myself that I sometimes cross the border too.”
[1]
And another one, “My dad, too, had a temper, my brother had
bizarre behaviors, I was always irritable and pictures I review of myself from
when I was a baby (till now, not really) on up I was either crying, mad, or too
hyper to pose (I was diagnosed ADD two years ago - swell) they didn't have that
"back then". I'm 48 and am trying meds to balance my irritability
over dumb stuff not worth the effort, but, I wonder if I'm addicted to
overreacting over negative thoughts? (My dad was a "weekend" alcoholic)
so, I've gone through my fair share of love affairs with addictions and have
run out! Ahhh yes, and then there's menopause just around the corner. GAWD I'm
glad I live alone (and so will others, ha!). Well, onward through the fog.” [2]
Dr.Barry Starr from Stanford University
From lots of different studies, it looks like about half of
our emotionality is inherited. The other half comes from where we live, how we're
raised, etc.” [3]
See! In fact, I don’t need to justify that anger is
hereditary. It is a logical conclusion! Look at it from the point of view of
survival, and it was and will be a necessity for survival. You see, nature
intended us to be angry, so that we could survive. If not, we could have been
brainless happy and died like the dodos!
You’ve seen angry dogs. It’s every living being’s instinct!
And just imagine the energy required to be happy! Being angry
requires energy too, and I’m not saying we should promote anger, no. But
spending inordinate amounts of energy on being happy and then promoting
happiness makes me sad. All that energy could be put to better use. Like
switching channels on the TV…
To people who say that one should be happy and have positive
energy, well, I ask why! What is the deep rooted problem in your social life
that makes you so hell-bent on deciding how others should live their life! What
is the kink in your cranium that makes you hallucinate
in broad daylight and think it’s good to be happy! Let others be! Let them do
what they want! It’s their life, not yours! Let them tear each other apart as
long as you don’t get to see or hear of the gruesome incidents (Cause if you don’t
hear of it or see it, it will never ask you to question your own happiness over
your existence)!
You’ll find that most people who appear happy have a
deep-rooted sadness in their hearts. It’s not for your happiness that they care
about. It’s their own. Like a nigh-watchman who bangs his stick shouting “jaagte
raho (keep awake)” at night, whose intention is not to awaken you by his calls
or his clatter, but it’s to keep himself awake…
Happiness is not hereditary. It is not by instinct. I hate
cheerful people. Them chauvinistic optimists!!!
Of course, I am just kidding…:D (lest you think I was not!!!)
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