No. This is not about Mraz’s song from the LOVE album, but I am quite certain this post will raise some eyebrows. And also, I’m ready to be labeled as the arrogant one.
The world out there is depressing. It’s NOT one of those cases when you feel sad, then you stop being sad and then be awesome instead. The REAL depressants out there are the people who are outright dumb. I feel bad for them for they know less. They don’t know how to act in certain social situations. They don’t know what the right words to say. All they have are their survival instinct.
I’m supposed to narrate the events that lead me to this conclusion, but I’m too depressed to do so. But to blurt some facts out: crappy China store selling less than mediocre quality products, screech-ie voiced savage sales ladies. Ugh. Half of what I’m writing here is taking trash about that specific store, and this experience is enough for me to conclude that there are other people who have lives more miserable than mine. The worst part is, they don’t event know their lives suck.
People who really know me would say I’m being my irrational me again– WHO CARES? At the end of the day, I follow my rule #1: You don’t care when you’re not involved. To top my apathy off, let me be a hypocrite.
You know sometimes, knowing less means happiness. If you know less, you don’t necessarily know that what you lack is a problem. Therefore, you’re not miserable.
Conclusion is, if you know better, don’t be depressed because you are just populating the world with miserable people. And that is not one thing the world needs now.