So I was on the Daily Mail’s website the other day (I know, I know), reading some bitchy comments to an equally bitchy article – and it struck me, how the promise of happiness is used a battering ram in our culture.
People look at happiness as a sustainable commodity, which in turn allows them to turn around and say things like, “Well! She’s a 43-year-old woman! Who’s divorced! And has a career! She’s bitter! And will wind up bitterer!”
Oh my dear sweet and loving God, most of us wind up bitter. Even most rich guys who ditched their wives for women half their age are bitter as hell. Trust me, it comes through in interviews.
I think that life, public life at the very least, would be so much easier if we could all come to grips with the fact that happiness is temporary and therefore can’t be prescribed like some pill. It wouldn’t be happiness otherwise.