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Why Your Misery Makes You Happy

Why Your Misery Makes You Happy
In a remote training camp, a squad of rookies had just returned to their billet after a days march under the boiling sun. “What a life!” barked one new soldier. “Miles from anywhere, with a sergeant who thinks he’s Alexander The Great, no women, no booze, no leave – and on top of all that, my boots are two sizes too small.”

“You dont want to put up with that chum,” said his neighbor, “Why dont you request another pair?”

“Not likely” he answered. “Takin ‘em off is the only pleasure I’ve got!”

Nothing To Lose But Unhappiness

We have nothing to lose but our misery and yet we seem so afraid to lose it.  It was while writing my how to overcome shyness article that I remembered past experiences I’ve had when writing, or reading an online users positive self-improvement suggestions. Generally the feedback in the forum threads and replies report that many are open to the idea of losing their unhappiness.  But often there are those few who will criticize the altruistic advice given with such immense brutality, that you feel as if they’ve just been given quick tips on how to murder their closest loved ones.

This not only applies to the internet. In many cases misery is actually seen as a cultural virtue.  Suffering for your imperfect nature is a religious dogma all too present, and even modern romanticized subcultures like Goths and Emo’s jump on the same bandwagon.  These people seem to find a certain sense of living ‘deeply’ – deeper than the rest of superficial society – when in touch with their darkest and sorrowful feelings. The more tormented and gloomy a soul, the greater the sensitivity of that person.

Self-Indulgent Misery

Why Your Misery Makes You HappyIt never ceases to surprise me how enthusiastically I hear many people speak of their problems. One could almost presume this zeal comes from some sort of pleasure they feel with telling – and even competing with – each others problems.

There seems to be an investment in misery. If misery only brought us purely negative returns like say, the feeling of flatulence, then we’d endure it momentarily and forget about it once it is released. Some can even become miserable about being flatulent and tell their friends. So what is it that makes us cling to such a feeling and share it with others? The return of our investment in the form of pleasure.

People find it hard to let go of things that make them miserable because they also bring them some type of pleasure. It can come in many forms:

  • Sympathy: Our society and social etiquette encourages sympathy as a form of virtue. If you complain about being sick, about struggling with a personal problem, there’s always a sympathetic ear to listen and offer “you poor thing” and “awww”s that will make you feel special and indulge your egotistical need of acknowledgement and attention.
  • Desires and Expectations: This is attaching yourself to a misery now in order that your future desires will occur. For instance, you might have some ambition to achieve that is bringing you present miseries. So your expectations of the future are the things causing you problems in the present.  Things aren’t going the way you presumed they would.

You might be aware of what is causing you misery, but part of you is still doubtful and cynical that they really are. It is up to you to explore yourself and understand the idea that “these are the things that are making me miserable.”




Misery Makes You Special

Why Your Misery Makes You HappyMisery makes you capable of attracting other peoples attention. When you’re miserable, you’re attended to, sympathized with, and loved. Everybody starts taking care of you because who wants to hurt a miserable person? Misery is a great investment. For instance, if Luna is miserable and complaining about something, it’s much harder for me to neglect her.  But while when she’s happy in her own world and me in mine, it could be much easier forgetting her. Misery makes you special.  Happiness is a universal phenomenon, there’s nothing special about it. Animals seem to be happy, tree’s seem to be happy, so they can easily be forgotten and abused.

Unhappiness is so much easier to convey than happiness. When we are miserable, we are immensely more aware of our existence. Since we feel no struggle when we are happy, no tension of pain between us and the rest of the world, we become more open and connected to everything. Man becomes special, extraordinary, and gains an ego when he has problems and misery. We create problems so we can feel that life is a great work, a growth, and you have to struggle hard to earn it.  But the truth is, problems dont exist.  You create the problems.  Then you go in search for the solution.

We make mountains out of molehills because the egocentric sense of self doesn’t want to be ordinarily miserable, it wants to be extraordinarily miserable! If your own problems aren’t enough, you look for bigger problems to solve; you watch the news, listen to the radio and read the papers to fill yourself with more worries. Not that you can do anything about a recent war, murder or rape that occurred – but knowing about it indulges your fears about the rest of the world, adds a boundary, and brings you more misery to keep you busy. We need misery because without problems we feel empty, there’s nothing to do, nothing to fight with, and nowhere to go. The emptiness of our inner silence is so frightening, we become conspicuous and create the outlined boundaries of our identity through our problems.

Misery brings you pain which defines you as an individual: this pain is mine and no others“, “this conflict and tension I’m suffering serves as a barrier between me and the rest“.  Happiness takes all of that away and in doing so, you lose your identity, you become nobody.

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    About Sol

    When people ask me how old I am, I tell them I've lived 60 years of life trapped into 25 years of time. Solitarian by choice. The few friends I have are handpicked based on how many urinals away from me they decide to pee. At the age of ten, my arch nemesis was a plant that I watered with ice cubes. After overcoming such an emotionally disturbed childhood, I've become a strong believer in the curative properties of bubble wrap: "You're feeling dejected? Don't worry, here's some bubble wrap. You have Herpes? Not a problem! Here's some bubble wrap..."

    • HiDDeN_EniGma

      I really enjoyed this post tremendously. It ties in with how I was feeling a few weeks ago. For me personally being miserable is a heart ache and something I do not like to share with the world. I don’t like sympathy there’s no need for it because when I am miserable it’s a personal setback and usually very disheartening for me.
      When I was younger I proabably would have welcomed sympathy With open arms. But as I have grown up and through my life experiences ( of what I have had so far) I’ve found that I really enjoy doing things that make me happy. It’s when I stop and have nothing to occupy myself with that I fall into the old setback of being miserable and thinking ill thoughts about myself. I’ve learned that I will never achieve anything in my life if I sit and wait for it to drop out of the sky. I enjoy being active, inspiring others, learning form myself, pushing myself, having something to look forward to, meeting new people and learning from them and laughing so hard that I cry.
      When I stop doing these things I become so utterly miserable that my world comes crashing down around me that I become a recluse and bare to be around any wonderful soul that would help me see otherwise.
      I really liked the first example you used about the soldier taking off his two sizes too small boots off and that being the only pleasure he has had. It reminds me of when I quit smoking. I read a book and it pretty much summed up how to quit smoking in a few sentences. Pictur a pebble in your shoe and how uncomfortable it is. As soon as you remove it you feel nothing but utter pleasure and relief. Now picture nicotine as the pebble and giving into temptation to smoke is like taking the pebble out of your shoe to experience the pleasure and relief. But you keep putting the pebble back in your shoe to do it all over again. That’s what smoking is. An addiction where you have something that is uncomfortable and annoying in your life only you hold on to it for the sheer sake of feeling pleasure and relief.
      So there you have it people now you also know the secrets to quitting smoking!

      Back to being miserable. I know I have tendencies to revert back to the darkness but this only happens if I stop doing anything worthwhile or meaningful. I’ve never been one to have goals for the future but as time goes on now and I see how capable I am of being my own person and achieving great things I never thought possible, some goals are necessary. Even just having nice things to look forward too like a holiday, music concert, creating a new recipe, starting up a business anything where I am active and can put my whole heart and soul into. But then I have to be careful that I don’t burn myself out and let’s be honest here, we all know that I have a tendency to do that too. But the best part about it is that I can pick myself up and do it all over again.

      I have a friend who likes to let the whole world know how she feels when she is miserable. Usually the sharada is very over the top and dramatic so I’ve come to learn now that the best way for me to be there as a friend and offer my advice and support is to be honest and tell it like it is. N sugar coating that never got anyone anywhere. At first it was a bit hard for me as I don’t like to hurt others feelings and seem insensitive but now I’ve seen that she’s taking my words and used them as positive outlooks for her life and that some of her problems where more petty then she would have liked to have thought and has started to move on.
      Most people who crave sympathy are those who feel they can’t obtain real love from others. More so they don’t love themselves so they seek the fake facade of sympathetic love. I had another friend once who was a major hypochondriac and after a few years I could no longer be around her anymore. As usual I’m always drawn to the melancholic and kooky souls but a time goes on I feel it’s just more the kooky , eccentric and excited folk that make an impression on me. Maybe because I am becoming that person I no longer feel the need to save others to save myself.

      Thank you again for allowing me to psycho analyse myself. The feeling is therapeutic. Like Medicare, medicate on Lonerwolf…I FEEL BETTER NOW! :P

      • SolW0lf

        My biggest joy comes from knowing my own experiences reflect upon those of others and even serve them in some way. I guess this is my medium of self-expression, of finding meaning and something that keeps me engaged in this external world, that otherwise as a loner, I can easily distance myself in detachment into my inner realm. 

        Apologies for this weeks delays. I’ve had very little time for the computer, even Luna has had to take over my weekly articles from my excess in work and procrastinated duties. Also, we’ve had problems with twitter that has delayed our contest a bit, also our newsletter system migration is a bit faulty and a few fixes here and there on the site (plus a few community features for lonerwolfs future).

        Sharing our miseries for sympathy seems to be more of an extrovert quality, another way to call attention upon oneself. I feel introverts are more passive in their actively improving their projects, including themselves, in solitude. They dont like revealing their uncompleted project. 

        As an ambivert, as am I, we require the balance of both. Sympathy isnt appealing, but seclusion solely into oneself is slightly depressing. I’ve found myself actively needing to ‘fix’ things. When somebody shares with me a problem, I’m not a sympathetic ear that listens and offers my pity. I listen with the introspectiveness of an introvert but I actively want to change things with the firey enthusiasm and drive of an extrovert. Wallowing is detrimental and serves no purpose if not used as fuel towards a rebirth. 

        Not to say that there is anything wrong with being miserable, or feeling sad, these are naturally feelings we all have. There’s a difference between having them as transient emotions, or actively investing something in them so they become vicious cycles.

        I’m happy to hear that you’ve realized how important it is for you to have an active anchor in the external world as an ambivert. Unlike introverts, ambiverts don’t benefit from permeating our entire selves in the world from within. 

        That pebble anecdote is ingenious. Many of these anecdotes go back centuries, but it seems with all the wisdom they have to offer; every generation is born and commits the same foolish mistakes from lack of self knowledge. We create our own vicious cycles of hell, whether it be through pebbles or boots, the general premise is; we all avoid venturing entirely into the world of self exploration afraid of what we may find. So we end up lost in all kinds of facile distractions that we create for ourselves, even in the form of vices or mood addictions.

        “…I have to be careful that I don’t burn myself out…”, even the desire for finding a meaning to pursue can become an addiction, ironically enough, which ends up becoming another pebble in your shoe. Once you’ve realized time and time again of your own resilience in constantly rising from the ashes like a Phoenix, you attain a great freedom in knowing that any of your meaningful pursuits has the capacity to end at some point, but you have such trust in yourself that you know it will only be a temporary thing. A rollercoaster must has its abysmal frightening falls in order to have it’s ascents to its peeks. 

        Hahah Medicare on LonerWolf, only we don’t bulk bill your taxes :P

      • chrish513

        this comment helped me out more than the article. it’s nice knowing there’s some one out there that feels the exact same way. thanks