So here's a conundrum: Can a happy person be bitter?
Side-note: Iis noon too early for words like conundrum?
Anyone who knows me knows that I consider myself to be a generally happy individual. Sure, I have my days where I feel like crap, I look like hell, and I literally pull my hair out, but I think I just really enjoy life. That said, I recently realized that I am seriously bitter. Bitter about family, friendships, relationships, non-relationships, and people in general. I think that if you work in food services long enough, bitterness is sort of inevitable.
That and a slew of douchebags in my love life. There will now be a moment of silence dedicated to my recently failed summer fling where you can all say together, "I Told You So."
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I took PHI 191 last semester with Thomas. Life changing class- thank you Tori, by the way. (if you're out there) He went through great lengths to describe that bitterness just does not live harmoniously with happiness. A person can't be truly happy if they feel bitter. We watched a video of an amputee motivational speaker- and I think Thomas was onto something. Now, I'm not even going to pretend I understand philosophy or psychology deeply enough to really get into this issue, but they just don't go along with each other.
So in order for me to reach self actualization and become a happy person, maybe I do need to let go of my bitterness. Maybe this means I need to stop having such emo twitters. That will be the day.
Don't worry I've been accused of being emo many, many times. Everyone has their moments. Ours just seem to last longer.
ReplyDeleteI recently realized that I put on a good face for the whole "not-bitter" thing, to the point that throughout time I've cared less and less what people think (see latest youtube video of me). That said, I can't say I told you so about your recent summer fling since I've been gone, but I don't really believe anyone should tell you I told you so- it should be a different experience for everyone, regardless of anyone's dating history.
ReplyDeleteBTW totally hooked up with the biggest tool on the planet in search of a confident male companion rather than the streak I'd been on of "suicidal high school boyfriend," October's "I'm a burnout loser you can do better" and the like. Unfortunately my experiment failed miserably to the point of the cocky douchebag telling all his buddies we had sex (I assure you we did not).
So how do we get this right?