Why aren’t I as happy as fucking larry?
For one thing, I’ve got the internet!
I love the internet. you can communicate on skype – once a standard futuristic image, now a reality, (still waiting for the flying cars), there’s this whole other level of communication - chat, knowledge access, movies, great tv series - it’s incredible, actually, I mean I ‘ve edited biochemistry papers – what the fuck do I know about biochemistry – I just google it – occasionally find out that they’ve lifted half their paper from Wikipedia – but I can do it. Wow.
Then a couple of weeks ago I lost the internet for 24 hrs.
It felt like a ‘real’, impactful event. A deprivation. I rang up and complained. A bunch of times. Said I needed it for my work. Technically I did, but it wasn’t pressing.
But whether I did or not, nothing was going to happen until tomorrow at the earliest. Finally I had to resign myself to it.
While staring at the wall, I remembered that most of my life has been spent, actually, without the internet. What the fuck did I do then?
And considering how much I love the internet, why aren’t I discernibly happier than I was then?
I remember the old days, and I’m not trying to romanticize it, I wasn’t like a ray of fucking sunshine , but I’m still not. Why?
Why aren’t I happy? I should be as happy as a fucking mormon bicycle guy and be suffering jaw clamp from a fixed grin – and where are the fucking women btw? is that some sort of sexist mormon thing? I never see women smiling at me and saying hi with a white shirt and black tie.
But, see? There you go. I’m not especially happy, still.
So what is happiness? Is it some unattainable thing?. Or your gene-programmed to a certain level of it and that’s it. Doesn’t matter how mind-blowingly fantastic technology gets.
I have a stock standard answer to happiness which I trot out and actually I stole from someone, I forgot whom - ‘it’s not happiness that counts, it’s satisfaction’.
But still, why don’t I feel significantly more satisfied?