The Great SeeSaw Of Life
I believe the universe is a balance. Picture it as a huge seesaw. I believe in order for some people to be happy, other people must be unhappy.
Not everyone agrees with my philosophy. Interestingly enough, the perpetually happy people think I'm full of shit. The saner, more realistic people I know tend to nod knowingly when I spout my theory. Even if if you don't agree, consider some examples.
When Wilma marries her Fred, they are both fabulously happy. Of course for them to be so happy, then some George and Judy, who might have loved the couple from afar, are left there. Afar. Fast forward five or ten years when Fred and Wilma are generally miserable, and you're likely to find that George and Judy are now conversely happy that it wasn't them.
On a more extreme scale, in order for that woman with no teeth from West Virginia to win the Mega Millions lottery, you and I ha won't win. And, when the airline upgrades someone else to first class because steerage is full, it means you still get stuck sitting between two people in that row across from the lavatory at the rear of the plane. In order for them to be happy, others must be unhappy.
I fully believe in my theory and support it. What I haven't been able to figure out yet is why some people feel they can only be happy by intentionally making other people miserable.
We've probably all worked for autocrats at one time or another who go out of their way to say or do ridiculously unpleasant things, just to prove something. They get some sick pleasure out of screwing up someone else's existence.
While I have learned to accept being at the mercy of the universe and taking my lumps on the great seesaw of life, I haven't quite learned how best to cope with the assholes who try to jump up and down on the end of the board and throw others off.
I need to find a way to make sure they get splinters in their butts.
Not everyone agrees with my philosophy. Interestingly enough, the perpetually happy people think I'm full of shit. The saner, more realistic people I know tend to nod knowingly when I spout my theory. Even if if you don't agree, consider some examples.
When Wilma marries her Fred, they are both fabulously happy. Of course for them to be so happy, then some George and Judy, who might have loved the couple from afar, are left there. Afar. Fast forward five or ten years when Fred and Wilma are generally miserable, and you're likely to find that George and Judy are now conversely happy that it wasn't them.
On a more extreme scale, in order for that woman with no teeth from West Virginia to win the Mega Millions lottery, you and I ha won't win. And, when the airline upgrades someone else to first class because steerage is full, it means you still get stuck sitting between two people in that row across from the lavatory at the rear of the plane. In order for them to be happy, others must be unhappy.
I fully believe in my theory and support it. What I haven't been able to figure out yet is why some people feel they can only be happy by intentionally making other people miserable.
We've probably all worked for autocrats at one time or another who go out of their way to say or do ridiculously unpleasant things, just to prove something. They get some sick pleasure out of screwing up someone else's existence.
While I have learned to accept being at the mercy of the universe and taking my lumps on the great seesaw of life, I haven't quite learned how best to cope with the assholes who try to jump up and down on the end of the board and throw others off.
I need to find a way to make sure they get splinters in their butts.
posted by Bill at
3:08 PM
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