I’ve been reading some of the responses to the article quoted in the preceding post and I can conclude that it really offends people when somebody suggests they are not completely miserable. It’s like a mortal offense to point out anything good about their lives.
In my culture, it’s the opposite. People will go to great lengths describing how great they are doing even when their lives are for shit.
I dislike both approaches because they are insincere and emotionally taxing. I’m a drama queen and I love to engage in a regular bout of complaining about the imperfections of the universe. I don’t, however, have the mental fortitude to participate in the misery sweepstakes that some of my colleagues enjoy so much. At the same time, if I’m lying bleeding on the sidewalk, I prefer to be able to scream for help rather than convince everybody that I’m simply practicing a new method of irrigation that will make me a millionaire like my compatriots would do.
* If I’m not mistaken, I learned this beautiful term at the Stupid Motivational Tricks blog.