This gets on my nerves.
Take me as an example. Generally speaking I'm a happy giggling mess. I struggle to take life seriously and gain pleasure from things that should induce misery. BUT... every now and then, for maybe a day or a week I'm miserable. But that's it. I have no claim to suffering with depression or any such ailment; I have quite enough to contend with without adding that to the list. Still, when I feel like that, for the maybe 20 out of the available 365 days, everyone rushes to my aid. And that's nice and I appreciate it. I'm starting to feel though that my penance is 345 days of supporting everyone else. And quite frankly, without some of them, my 20 days could feasibly be reduced to 5.
In the past few years, as my wisdom has grown - not always utilised, but increased nonetheless -I have learnt that when I am happy, muppets enter my life, and when I am unhappy they disappear. On the other hand, when I am unhappy true friends show themselves, and when I am happy, I possibly neglect them through dealing with muppets. If I am to give up anything this year, please let it be to stop entertaining people who have no desire to be happier than the miserable state they currently reside within.
No offence meant to the real muppets of course. They don't appeal to me really, but I know a lot of people find them funny, and that can only be a good thing. Puppetry freaks me out, so I can't argue either way. It would be biased.
