Why can't it ever be enough for people? In my last few posts, I've crapped on about how fantastic my life is and why I'm so happy, and I'm still on a high. But it's funny, because sometimes life is never good enough for people and frankly, it pisses me off. If you asked me to list the reasons that I love my life right now, they would be rather generic in a sense. So I would say; my home life is happy, I have some great friends at uni who I'm getting to know better, I'm getting good marks for all my uni subjects, I'm healthy, I've been working so I actually have money for a change; so life is good. And why can't that ever be enough for people? In my small group each fortnight, we have to give a summary of our two weeks (best thing that happened, bad thing etc.), and the last few times I've found myself saying "Well nothing really fantastic or life altering has happened, but nothing bad has happened either, so that's my good thing." And a lot of the time, I think that should be enough. The fact that nothing bad is happening, you're healthy and alive should be enough.
I hate it when people say to me "Oh, your life isn't THAT bad at least you don't have cancer or live in a third world country etc.....", because regardless of whatever the hell is going on in the world around me, it isn't going to make a fucking difference to me if I've had a bad day. If you had a bad day, then you had a bad day, regardless of the starving children or wars or natural disasters. But it is true.
I've recently discovered that people tend to dictate the happiness meter of their lives by singular events, as opposed to their collective happiness and well-being. People judge how happy they are by whether that certain boy likes them or that one assignment's results or whether everything is going their way. Well I hate to break it to you, life doesn't work that way. If you let one small thing dictate your entire mood and day, then you need a cold hard wake-up call sweetie. On Wednesday, I got an assignment back that I was hoping to do incredibly well in, and I didn't do as well as I hoped. But I still did very well actually, a lot better than some people. So I was mildly depressed for a few minutes or so, but then I realised how bloody fantastic the rest of my life is. How is is that one tiny event can uproot my whole day? If I was to make a list of the good and bad in my life, the good would come out on top. People expect so much out of life, and are always complaining, it really is frustrating.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people try to bring you down to their level. So if they've had a bad day and are in a miserable mood, they want you to be in a miserable mood too. Well I'm sorry, but that's not how it works. I have no problem with listening to my friend's problems and issues, but if they've had a bad day, they don't need to make me feel like shit as well. In a similar way, why make people feel guilty for being happy just because you're not? It makes no sense to me, and frankly, it pisses me off.
People need to learn to be content with what they have and grow up. I feel like saying "drink a cup of concrete and harden the fuck up" ;-)
