I have decided that I don't like 'overly happy' people. (I don't think overly is a real word but it's the right adjective in this instance). I guess I always knew it somewhere deep down but just hadn't figured out if saying that out loud would make me a misanthrope.
And it's not as if a particular trigger set this rant off. It's more a case of having to deal with the overly happy-type too often. The kind that seem to pour excitement down a phone cord/air-wave, into myriad social media channels and (the worst) in-person. The kind that makes you feel like a misanthrope just because you don't automatically love all of humanity (I am not even sure if loving all humanity is necessarily safe).
The kind that I have recently discovered, gives me palpitations. And forces me to calm my quick breathing. I think somewhere along the line, social media is to blame for pulling the dust covers off the overly happy-type. Pre-the barrage of constant emotions on display for the public to consume, the overly happy-type was probably bereft of the right communication channel. That's certainly changed. And with it, the ability to display unceasing happiness has increased manifold. Now, an unsuspecting (often sarcastic) comment by me on my limited-audience social media profiles risks being flooded with 'Likes' by an overly happy-type. This, in addition to the fact that the overly happy-types will always share the many joys in their life -- new cars, clothes, partners, holidays, babies, houses (if Indian, preferably in foreign lands) ad nauseum via their own social media profiles.
I think I would feel a little more kindly towards the overly happy-types if their updates sometimes included sarcasm/a mention of someone who was not themselves or somehow connected to them/some form of negativity. Anything, basically, that proved to me that they are less angelic and a little more human. I guess angels just cause my heart to palpitate. They feel a little too unreal. Fake, maybe?
And it's not as if a particular trigger set this rant off. It's more a case of having to deal with the overly happy-type too often. The kind that seem to pour excitement down a phone cord/air-wave, into myriad social media channels and (the worst) in-person. The kind that makes you feel like a misanthrope just because you don't automatically love all of humanity (I am not even sure if loving all humanity is necessarily safe).
The kind that I have recently discovered, gives me palpitations. And forces me to calm my quick breathing. I think somewhere along the line, social media is to blame for pulling the dust covers off the overly happy-type. Pre-the barrage of constant emotions on display for the public to consume, the overly happy-type was probably bereft of the right communication channel. That's certainly changed. And with it, the ability to display unceasing happiness has increased manifold. Now, an unsuspecting (often sarcastic) comment by me on my limited-audience social media profiles risks being flooded with 'Likes' by an overly happy-type. This, in addition to the fact that the overly happy-types will always share the many joys in their life -- new cars, clothes, partners, holidays, babies, houses (if Indian, preferably in foreign lands) ad nauseum via their own social media profiles.
I think I would feel a little more kindly towards the overly happy-types if their updates sometimes included sarcasm/a mention of someone who was not themselves or somehow connected to them/some form of negativity. Anything, basically, that proved to me that they are less angelic and a little more human. I guess angels just cause my heart to palpitate. They feel a little too unreal. Fake, maybe?
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