I am not a happy person. When I tell people this, they infer that I am unhappy. They assume my status is binary^ •O either I’m ajoyous triumph, They recognize no spectrum, only two states of being > happy —— and —■ unhappy.
But I’ve never felt 'happy.’ I’ve felt joy. I’ve felt bliss. But those feelings are ephemeral. Being 'happy’ implies permanence. It implies you completed all the prerequisites. And now you get to sit atop your giant pile of happy, forever.
It implies you won. r^( Уои beat the end boss. ~—■
When I disparage this idea of happiness, the counter-argument is always the same^ "Oh I krouj! It's all about the journey. The conversation about "theJourney" is always coupled with the idea that the Journey is ajoyous one, rich with smiles and fun and laughter. Also,Journeys require endpoints, otherwise you’re not Frodo, you’re just a homeless guy wandering around with stolen Jewelry.
The problem with 'happy* is a lot like the problem with Pluto. Several years ago, Pluto lost its designation as a planet, which caused a lot of Uproar. But Pluto itself was never the problem. It’s our definition of 'planet* that was the problem. 'Planet* comes from a Greek word, meaning 'wanderer,* and was used to describe bodies that move in the sky against a fixed background of stars. It was a Vague way of describing Does it clear a path within that orbit? Does it have to be a certain size? These were the questions that arose we when clarified our definition of 'planet.* These were the smart questions that got Pluto downgraded. Pluto is no longer a planet because our definition of planet wasn’t Very good. I’m not 'happy* because our definition of It’s a monochromatic word used to describe a rich, painful spectrum of human feeling. a complex thing. Does a planet move in a fixed orbit around the sun? Does it have moons? 'T ? happy isn’t Very good. 0 o\ & о
Our sense of happiness is so brittle, it can be destroyed simply by asking whether or not it exists.
It’s beautiful. Thank you. I l
Does it make you Glorkappy? I Glorkappy?
УеаЬ, Glorkappy. It’s when you generally feel good all the time. 1 Уои smile a lot because you’re fulfilled.
Oh, I don't know. Ijust like SlargNakking. Sometimes my arms hurt from lifting these, and sometimes I get frustrated. But I find it meaningful.
I guess I never really thought about it until now. I guess I’m not all that Glorkappy. I guess I’m UnGlorkappy.
That’s too bad. It really 1б beautiful, though. Thank you. x.-
Maybe I’m just built differently. Maybe I was born anxious and angry and this is bow I find peace with tbe universe. Maybe I truly am miserable, and everyone else is feeling something I’m not. Or maybe they’re all full of shit. It’s irrelevant. Because I’m not happy, and I don’t pretend to be. Instead, I’m busy. I’m interested. I’m fascinated. I do things that are meaningful to me, even if they don’t make me ‘happy.'’
I run over mountains until my toenails fall off. I run until my feet bleed and my skin burns and my bones scream. I read. I read long, complicated books about very smart things. And I read short, silly books about very stupid things. I read until their stories are more fascinating to me than the people actually around me. When I do these things, I’m not smiling or beaming with Joy. I’m not happy. In truth, when I do these things, I’m often suffering. But I do them because I find them meaningful. I find them о p I i g. I do these things because I want to be tormented and challenged and interested. I want to build things, and then break them. I want to be busy and beautiful and brimming with ten-thousand moving parts. I want to hurt, so that I can heal. I’m not unhappy. I’m just busy. I’m interested.
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