I’ve always pondered over this particular matter, that is, the matter of one’s happiness being completely subjective.
I mean, take person A. Person A is happy, because he likes the number 1. Now, here comes along person B-Z. B-Z absolutely hate the number 1, but like the number 2 instead.
Does this mean person A is
a) stupid
b) disillusioned
c) has really really bad taste
d) stupid
In today’s world, I guess we would go with all four, and just think the person is an odd ball. The rest of us, B-Z, we all like the number 2, the number 2 rocks, hence, it really does rock.
The funny thing about person A, though, is that they really do like the number 1, and it makes them happy if the number 1 is with them. The number 1 is everything to them, they love it, they talk about it, and they openly admit that they like the number 1, much to the horror of all the B-Zs in this world. As a result, the rest of us B-Zs tend to begin to really dislike A, because A is different, A is weird, A is disillusioned and generally just stupid for liking number 1. ‘What gives?’ we all say, aghast. ‘Why are they so stupid?’ we question. And so it is that A is ostracised, and hated.
And yet, in reality, person A, in a way, has every right to like number 1. It’s just their taste that sets them apart. But oh well.
The other thing I always find amusing about life, is that person A is the type of person who seems to bring matters upon themselves. That is, they seem to conjure up upon themselves circumstances to which they adversely react, and when they occur they always wonder, ‘why, oh why me?’
For example, person A doesn’t like cheese, but orders cheeseburgers all.the.time. Hence, they get cheese in their burgers and they ask ‘why do I have cheese in my burger???’ In this case, I’d probably be right in saying that all the rest of those B-Zs will be, quite correctly so, saying ‘what a dumbass’. But of course, in reality, they don’t. Instead, we have people D-P saying ‘oh you poor thing’ and then A feels better about ordering a cheeseburger.
So inevitably, what happens is that the next day, person A orders a cheeseburger, even though they hate cheese. And again, they look at the burger and say ‘omg! there’s CHEESE in my burger!’ and they cry and they gasp and they run to D-P who turn round and say ‘oh you poor thing’ and then A feels better about ordering a cheeseburger.
Two days later, person A orders a cheeseburger. They stare at the cheese this time and are so simply upset and angry with the world that they scream and throw a few tantrums here and there, but D-P still come back, well, okay, D-O (person P got tired of emotional support it would seem) come back and say ‘awww’ and A feels a bit better about ordering a cheeseburger.
So one week later, person A orders a cheeseburger. Or a double cheeseburger. It depends really, on how ridiculously stupid person A is. They might order some criss-cut fries, with cheese, just to top it all off.
Believe me, it happens.
Oh well. Go eat your freaking cheese, for goodness sake. When you do, I’m pretty sure the world will suddenly seem a better place. Either that, or it’ll just keep going round, and round. The funny thing is that that will probably be the biggest surprise of all.
I guess this is why we always talk about the fallibility of man, and perhaps being wise in not putting your trust, hope, belief, expectations, and efforts, on man. One day or another, they’re just going to order another cheeseburger. God is the only constant. Thank God for that.
disclaimer: the letters A, B, D-P, O, the numbers 1 and 2 are purely fictional characters and any resemblance to individuals in real-life is probably because you know someone just.like.that.
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