I'm not always a big fan of The Onion, but yeah, I found this to be incapacitatingly hilarious. The headline is "Grown Adult Actually Expects To Be Happy," and that pretty much sum it up. Here's some elaboration, anyway:
"Despite possessing a fully developed brain and a general awareness of the fundamental nature of existence, sources said Peterson apparently continues to believe that achieving long-lasting happiness is somehow possible. "
I've long suspected that much of the rest of the world believes this, too, but it's still startling to see it in print! As a card-carrying pessimist, I find positivists both bemusing and disturbing. It's as if I'm watching a clown eat his own wig. I don't understand it, but I can't look away!
I keep one eye trained on the antics of the optimists, but I do wonder if the Rob Petersons of this world can even conceive of folks like me. One of my husband's colleagues recently came to him, brow furrowed, and commented that I didn't seem happy in Richmond and "we would have to work that out."
When my husband relayed this to me, I just blinked. Of course I wasn't happy. But it had never occurred to me that I would be. Eight months into a major move? Far from family, friends, and the landscape of my heart? Having exchanged a job I loved for one that was OK, a house I loved for one I tolerated, the culture in which I grew up for the strangeness of the South? Who, exactly, expects to be happy then?
The thing is, it's OK not to be. Your teeth still work. You still have cheese.