A little piece of happiness

I’ve just read a really sarcastic blog entry with an ugly undertone. On top of that, I recently received a woe-is-me email about how crap the world is and how shit men are. Not to mention a Facebook status revealing the sad state of the day, and a Tweet complaining about “people who just don’t care anymore”.



So you’re angry huh? You feel as though the world is out to get you because you’re not in love with your wife anymore, the man you thought loved you to death is leaving you for someone else, you can’t shag your best friend no matter how hard you try, your fancy car isn’t working, you’re moving to a new country, you can’t afford a Gucci bag. And because you think you’re no good at real face-to-face conversations (you know, when you sit down with your friends and actually talk) you feel the need to take it out on everyone else by blogging/emailing/Facebooking/Twittering that people are full of shit, that it’s all over for planet earth, that civilization is ruined! RUINED!


Please. Please for the sake of all everyone in your immediate physical or virtual space, get over it.


The truth is life is tough. Even if you’ve got a great job, a leather armchair, a good book, your favourite cupcake and a peck on the cheek, one day soon you’re probably going to feel like crap. Whether it’s for five minutes, an hour or a few weeks, feeling shit happens to everyone. And you know what else? You’ll get over it. And if you don’t, you either need to be on medication, book into therapy or realise that you actually like being angry and find someone who actually cares. Hey, if your relationships and friendships are being run in real life and not solely through your Blackberry or computer, you might even be able to find two people who care!


Twittering/Facebooking/blogging/mailing/texting angry bits and pieces professing your passion for life and humanity but putting people down in the process (hypocrite much?) doesn’t help you or anyone else. Don’t get me wrong; sarcasm can be cool. For about half an hour. Then everyone who is subjected to hearing it just feels like crap.


I’m not suggesting you refrain from bitching, moaning or being sarcastic forever-more. I’m just saying that when anger and sarcasm becomes your trademark it starts getting boring. And tedious. And tiring. And then the next thing you know – oops - people don’t really want to talk to you anymore because you bring them down. The occasional bitchy Facebook status, Tweet, blog, mail or text is fine, but if you have a shitty attitude all the time, you have a problem. People are staying in touch with you because they like you. (Unless you have a blog in which case they are probably reading it whether they know you well or not because they like your writing or content.) They don’t want to hear how useless you think they are, especially when they all know it’s really you that has the problem, not being able to sort your own anger issues out and taking it out on everyone around you by being passive aggressive or just being a plain ass. And no, being creative or smart or winning awards or having good hair or cracking jokes 24 hours a day or earning good money does not exempt you from this. Your shit stinks as much as the rest of us.


I am sure that deep, deep down under that thick layer of sarcasm, anger, beer, bitterness, sadness and drama you might very well be creating for yourself, there’s a little piece of happy just waiting for a chance to push through the crap and be victorious.


So you want to help the little man, the minority, the underdog? You want to save the world, reduce suffering and help the underprivileged? Then help happiness. In this day and age it’s having a real hard time being heard.