I am Jack's Cold Sweat

It's been a while since I've posted anything, maybe because everything is humming along so smoothly. Isn't that how it always is? When we're even the least bit discontent, we want the whole world to know about it, but when we're happy we don't want to waste time dissecting it, we just want to soak up every second of those moments.

I wonder what would happen if we reversed that. What if we stayed with our discontent as long and as intently as we do with happiness, really swallowed it whole and processed it and stored away how it made us feel for future reference? And what if being happy was what we broadcasted to the world? Would it be better or worse?

You rarely hear people talking about how great everything is. Maybe they would mention it to their most intimate friends, but it seems most people think, "Well gee, I don't want to sound like a gloating idiot. And I'm sure something will go wrong soon anyway."

I'm starting to doubt that such a thing makes any sense at all. If things are great, why wouldn't want people to be happy for you? Why would you bring up negative things if you don't even care about them--if overall everything is grand, why mention breaking your pencil doing homework? If it doesn't matter to you, why should it matter to anyone else? But if it does matter to you, and greatly so as happiness does, who are you to keep that to yourself?

Wander on.