and it all goes downhill..

Is it possible that it is the melancholy that is the illusion, and happiness is lurking in the background, ready to come back in once you wake up from your current spell? It’s this slight glimmer of hope that has caused me to postpone my exit date. Maybe I’m just being naive.

Maybe it’s not being put on. Maybe there are those out there that are genuinely happy. Perhaps they have lesser expectations of life and themselves than those of us that are not happy. Or, it could be a case of these people allowing themselves to be conditioned into happiness, not unlike someone of particularly devout religious faith allowing themselves to be completely subservient to their chosen deity.

I’ve raised this theory in other threads, by my theory is that the more intelligent one is, the harder it is for them to find happiness. Some of the happiest people I know are as dumb as a box of rocks. I think this is because as long as they can afford shiny things to keep them occupied and are happy to cram what little active cerebral capacity they have with basic stimuli, such as trash media. Let me put it another way: when was the last time you saw someone with a genuine intellectual disability that wasn’t happy? (I know, I feel like a prick for writing that last sentence, but it proves my point)

You’re not stupid. Also, I’m not trying to imply that the only people that are chronically depressed are rocket scientists and brain surgeons. I know I’m sure not! The point I was trying to make is that the more active our minds, the more likely we are to question things. The more questions we ask, the more answers we get. If we get too many answers we don’t want to hear … well, we end up here.