Seems to me that if the people are convinced they are happy they are happy… even if there may be better that given would make this seem like hell this is heaven (or simply good) because we think it is.
Attitude is Everything
Why is everybody so fucking focused on “being happy”, as if being angry is wrong? Or sad? Or scared?
I say this, let’s enjoy all the emotions of life. And let’s burn those seeking all happiness, and only happiness, at the stake. They’re perverts.
Enjoy happiness.
Enjoy sadness.
Enjoy anger.
Enjoy cowardice.
Enjoy it all. Anybody who says that “sadness is bad/wrong/unhealthy”. You’ll know this person is sick in the head.
That’s what I mean when I say being happy… enjoyment
Enjoyment isn’t happiness to me. It’s more like being aware of your emotions, to think “I’m feeling sad right now, because this girl doesn’t reciprocate my feelings for her. But I should feel happy all the time. Fuck that, nobody can take my sadness away from me. Those so called ‘psychiatrists’ want to steal this away from me. That want to make me ‘better’. Fuck them, I don’t want to become better. I want her to love me instead. And if she doesn’t, if she still refuses, then I’ll force her to love me. I’ll do it against her will. I’ll take away everything from her, until she loves me. That is the true solution to my sadness and depression. To get revenge is the true route to end my depression from oppression. Psychiatrists are just another among the oppressors. So fuck them. And fuck anybody who tries to control my emotions, pushing it from one direction to the next, as if they owned my life.”
Enjoy the spiral. Go and feel angry for once. Go fight people, challenge others. Order them around. Do things. Accomplish things. Make people fulfill your goals. It’s not like they’re doing anything important, anyway. They’re bored, and boring. At least indolent people can become put to use, to my use, to your use, to our uses.
Feel afraid. Let’s go into space. Let’s challenge the aliens, the monsters of the universe. Let’s find some demons. Let’s create some bad and evil men. Let’s fear things, again.
Fuck happiness. And these “I want to be happy all the time, every second of my life, and I’ll take all the happy pills in the world from the psychiatrists I need.” That’s no good. That’s part of the problem, not the solution.
The solution is, other emotions. Sadness, Anger, Fear. Enjoy them. Live them, is what I’m saying.
No…it’s what I’m Commanding. Live them all!!!
@ tragicomic
Clearly it is not possible (at least without the use of drugs) to be happy 24/7. That’s a misconception. And no psychiatrist will ever ever tell you to be happy all the time. I also don’t understand what the hell you have against psychiatrists. They’re not running around telling people to be happy. People are going to psychiatrists because they don’t feel happy. it’s kind of the exact opposite of what you described.
Anyway, i think what is needed is simply a redefinition of happiness. Happiness doesn’t need to be extreme bliss. But as someone who has experienced a lot of anxiety and a profound and continuous sense of distress, I happen to think that happiness may very well be considered the lack of these feelings I just mentioned.
Fear to me sounds like dis-enjoyment in association with future events…
One can be concerned with what will come and not be distracted by anxiety or dis-enjoyment…
I don’t think so. The psychiatrists are the problem, in my opinion. If they weren’t telling people they need pills, and need to become happy all the time, then they wouldn’t have jobs. It’s about money. They’re money grubbers. All they want is more shiny pennies and nickles. They don’t want people to be unhappy, but rather, happy all the time. And here are some pills to prove it, some drugs. Some snake oil.
You’re sick. You need my snake oil. It’s $5 a bottle. Inflation is rising. You still need it. You’re sick.
Did I forget to mention how sick you are? Well, good thing I own the media networks too. See, you’re sick.
You need snake oil. It’ll work, guaranteed. Everything’s better with snake oil. Go to your local psychiatrist. Appointments are free now, no need to worry.
I love anxiety. I miss my anxiety attacks that I had when I was 19. I love them, when I think about it now. It meant that I was living, that I was worried, that I feared things. I miss fear. I need some more in my life. I’m unsatisfied with becoming too confident in myself, and in life. I ought to fear becoming mugged and murdered in a dark alley at night. Maybe I should walk through the dark alleys more. Make a habit of it. Ask for death. Seek it out, find some fear.
Live. All the emotions are necessary for a healthy life. Have you been angry today? You should become so. You need to laugh, cry, hate, love, and run away in cowardice, once per day. Mix it up.
I don’t know the meaning of the word “dis-enjoyment”. In fact, I think I’ve enjoyed every moment of my life thus far. Even when I was having my cavities filled. Pain is good. I don’t like it, but, I know it’s good. I can enjoy that.
Mix it up. Have you been angry at somebody today? Don’t forget to laugh in delight and cry in sadness. Once per day. That’s the new prescription.
I’m a pharmacist now, a psychiatrist.
Regarding your point about phsyciatrists, I honestly think it’s not worthy of a response so I’ll just forget about that.
I don’t know if there’s a consequential distinction in the english language but what I actually meant when I said anxiety attack was a panic attack but I guess it’s all the same.
If you say you miss panics attacks, I can already say with confidence that you don’t know what a real and intense panic attack is. It’s not nervousness. it’s not fear, it’s not uncertainty, it’s not a rush, it’s not sadness or misery. It’s not the same feeling you get when you ride a a roller coaster or when you’re about to ask someone out for the first time or when someone close to you dies.
I had panic attacks 4 years ago or so and I literally wanted to die, to cease to exist (only while I was having them of course). That’s how bad they were.
You mean when you fear grips your heart, and sends the rhythm of your essence into complete disarray? And your breathing increases. And you panic, real panic. And your perception shrinks down to the level of a pinhead, the width of a needle? And all of a sudden, counting to 10 seconds is the same as counting as to 10 hours? And time becomes bent in every direction? And the walls just closed in on me? And I feel the sudden urge to defecate, to shit my pants in fear?
Is that what you meant??? As if I were lying to you? 
Tell me about it as if I didn’t know.
Does that sound like wanting to cease to exist? No. Sounds like a terrible time but not anything like what I described.
So are you talking about suicide or panic? I’ve endured both. They’re lovely experiences. It means that somebody loves you, and that you love somebody. It means that you have a soul, and that your existence is substantial. It’s a denial of the most profound and absurd kind.
It’s the beginning of a philosopher, the seed of all thought. Angst is what the academia calls it.
I’m talking about panic that makes you feel like you want to die as in death would be preferable to this feeling.
I was never suicidal, that’s different.
And no, I do not have a soul. -.-
Hmm, I maybe ignorant of that. You are saying to be in such fear of something, that you’d prefer to die than to face it???
Yeah, I may not have experienced that one. Maybe I’m more suicidal than you? I don’t have very many reasons to live, just a few, actually.
Exactly.
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But why would you think you were happy if you weren’t?
Happiness doesn’t come from tricking yourself into believing something… because that’s impossible. You believe what you think is true.
I think happiness comes from finding value in your existence. Learning to think without inhibiting your personality from coming through… Happiness comes from being confident in your beliefs, and doing something about it.
You are what you are, and you have to be that… Happiness is accepting that as a good thing.
Women only care about “happiness”.
Maybe it’s false that women are “emotionally stronger” than men. Maybe men are the emotionally stronger ones, as we can experience, and ought to experience, a full range of emotions rather than just get stuck and focused on one???
I would be happy with my own existence, it’s how my existence affects others that gets me down most often. And that I can’t seem to have little to no control over.
I wonder, if you’re enjoying sadness and pain… are you not getting some happiness from it? Even those who are seeking pain are really often seeking pleasure, just in another form.
When I feel like complete shit for several days sometimes, I realize I could probably change that at any moment just by occupying myself with pleasant things and people. But I don’t. Even if subconsciously I’m probably enjoying it, wallowing in my own pity. I want to be able to sad, and I feel I should be able to even though my upsets seem small in relative comparison to others at times.
The worst experiences are the ones you have no control over. I’m not happy when I’ve gone through panic attacks. I wasn’t happy when I was 12 and watched candyman, and the thought of bloody marry and mirror shit haunted my everyday lifestyle from food, to family, to friends. It all became pointless it seemed, I was trapped, and I didn’t care whether I lived or died. In fact, I would be relieved to get out of the mess. That was not happiness, I eventually had to repress it and forget about it as much as I could so I could move on with my life.
Maybe working memory istead?