veek | too happy?

A 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..

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Do your own thing and don't let others convince you to do otherwise. I quite like reading people's happy journal entries, and there's a big difference between 'writing about something that makes you happy' and 'gloating over your life'.

For a long time, I was in the cycle of constant complaining too. I'm making an effort to change that, albeit in my case I need a little medication to help. I feel a lot better now, and I'm pretty sure it'll help me live longer if I'm not always in such a foul mood.

As I mentioned, I only really find going on about being happy Not Cool when it feels put-on or fake; lots of people act a great deal more happy than they actually are because they see it as socially useful, or (if they are genuinely happy) express it principally for that reason as opposed to the genuine need to express it; it's a phenomenon as pronounced and as annoying in RL as online. People who are consistently chirpy on principle fall into this category. 'Twere prophanation of our joyes, and all that stuff. Of course, it can be a very fine line, heavily reliant on individual judgement, and whatever you do you're likely to piss someone or other off anyway; I personally haven't seen you do anything I'd consider flaunting. Being unhappy for social effect is, of course, just as bad and just as annoying.
The remainder of the cause of people being pissed off about you acting happy is just envy, in which case they can go to hell.

Happier? Nobody knows but you¹. More expressive of it? Sure, which is a
matter of personality and style. And therefore not really something to worry about, unless you feel the urge to dye your hair black, wear turtlenecks and mope in coffee shops.

¹Well, not even you. For all you know, the rest of us could all be permeated with transcendent joy, every second of the day. But probably not.

Well, not even you. For all you know, the rest of us could all be permeated with transcendent joy, every second of the day.

Oh, I never said I was happier than others. On the contrary, people onMUD (not all, but some) seemed bitter somehow about my using the #yay channel so much.

Enh.

I personally LOVE reading about people who are happy. If people don't want to read about it, it's for the same reason that bitter single people don't want to read about the lives of happy couples (or for that matter, the same reason that bitter married people don't want to hear about happy singles). Pah! to them.

When I hear my friends being happy, it makes me happy. So continue telling me of the joys of your life and it won't ever do anything but make me smile. (Not that I mind hearing about people's problems. But happiness is much more inspiring.)

Oh boy. You are, in from what I've seen, so incredibly much happier now than you were two months ago. I love it. Reading that other people are doing well, veeks included, make me feel better, so it's all good.

On the other hand, busy happy fun veek has less time to chat on the internet, particularly since she's in America and thus not on my time schedule as she was in Britain. Further, when she calls the Beachaus, she calls during Angel and nobody gets to talk to her (sad face). But still, happy busy productive veek is a good thing (even if she hasn't written up her Kalamzoo experiences as she promised or this other weekend). Dammit veek! How can I vicariously live your fantastic life if you spend all of your time living it and none of your time talling me about it!!!!

(I am up late, I am typing on an unfamiliar keyboard, and I had a very strong margarita as a cocktail, and a rum and coke for dinner. This is the most alcohol I've had in...long enough ago that I can't remember based on above conditions. What I'm basically trying to say is, um, ignore spelling errors and other incomprehensibilities within this post. Also, just because I have not very well communicated my joy at being at a fantastic house in North Carolina, doesn't mean that you all shouldn't take part in it!!!)

Hmpf. Well, I'm unlikely to write up Kalamazoo at this point, and last weekend... probably not either, though I'll gladly talk to you about it onMUD.

I never meant for this to be a daily journal. It is not, and won't be, All Of My Life. Not remotely. And yeah, I'm busy, and will remain busy for years, and will probably reduce my onMUD/onLJ time because both communication venues are an incredible timesuck to the point of unhealthy. For values of timesuckee = me, of course.

Also, I did call, and SOMEone with the cell phone wanted to keep me all to himself. Feel free to provide me with a different cell number to call. Also, from what I understand, the haus phone line has been tied up for two days straight now, so I haven't tried calling it.

Hope the phone line's been the only thing tied up over there. I don't want no Lord of the Flies scenario, y'hear?

On the other hand, busy happy fun veek...

Nnnng... must resist... must not say it...

DO NOT TAUNT HAPPY FUN VEEK.

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