This stupid TV serial preaches it. Smiling talk-show hosts say it convincingly. Self-help books revolve around it. Some others earn their badge of "fiction" by ending it with this message. Friends say it over cups of tea (or beer), mothers by loading you with food. Loved ones give you the message directly- sometimes explicitly, usually through convenient actions.
Its ok to be happy. YOU (the greatest being ever created) deserve to be happy. Be happy. Be happy. Be happy.
And then they pull the rug right from under your feet. You stumble, grinning wildly as you try to salvage your dignity. Dignity however, is the last thing that destiny has in store for you. You fall and usually get scraped. If you are unlucky, you get fractured. If you are really unlucky, you lose a limb. If you are really really unlucky, you are able to paint a smile and stand up straight again and walk on as if you are ok.
As is obvious, I like to use humor to view tragedy (weeellll....falling down badly IS a tragedy, isn't it?!). It gives me the illusion of being intelligent and in control.
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