too happy?
13 May 2002 14:25![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veekA conversation was had onMUD about how I seem happier than your average netter.
It's true, lately I've been in a particularly good place (and about time, let me tell you...). But what got me thinking is that, apparently, exp ressing such is Not Particularly Cool. Especially Not Cool when people around you are not quite as happy as you are.
Well, why the hell not? Is it perceived as flaunting? I grew up around people complaining all the time and making themselves more mise rable than they needed to be, because they'd call bitching attention to the stupidest petty things. For a while, I fell into that too.
What a sad way to live. I brought myself down by bitching about little things going wrong, and accomplished nothing by it. It makes more sense to me to deal with the bad productively, and to actually voice the good, such that it doesn't get obscured by the petty little shit.
(There's little negative stuff, and then there's big negative stuff. I'm not belittling eit her, and goodness knows, have had my share of them as recently as yesterday.)
I'm not saying BE HAPPY. I'm not even saying don't write negative things in your journal -- everyone has their own reasons to express themselves the way they do, and I write t he bad as well. But don't be down on me for following Spider Robinson: "shared pain is lessened; shared joy, increased."
And speaking of joy. Sometime soon I'll succeed in putting the past weekend into words. Some amazing things happened, and some sad things too. Mostly lovely, lovely people. Magic. Sparks! Beautiful..
It's true, lately I've been in a particularly good place (and about time, let me tell you...). But what got me thinking is that, apparently, exp ressing such is Not Particularly Cool. Especially Not Cool when people around you are not quite as happy as you are.
Well, why the hell not? Is it perceived as flaunting? I grew up around people complaining all the time and making themselves more mise rable than they needed to be, because they'd call bitching attention to the stupidest petty things. For a while, I fell into that too.
What a sad way to live. I brought myself down by bitching about little things going wrong, and accomplished nothing by it. It makes more sense to me to deal with the bad productively, and to actually voice the good, such that it doesn't get obscured by the petty little shit.
(There's little negative stuff, and then there's big negative stuff. I'm not belittling eit her, and goodness knows, have had my share of them as recently as yesterday.)
I'm not saying BE HAPPY. I'm not even saying don't write negative things in your journal -- everyone has their own reasons to express themselves the way they do, and I write t he bad as well. But don't be down on me for following Spider Robinson: "shared pain is lessened; shared joy, increased."
And speaking of joy. Sometime soon I'll succeed in putting the past weekend into words. Some amazing things happened, and some sad things too. Mostly lovely, lovely people. Magic. Sparks! Beautiful..
