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Thursday, January 18, 2018

Greetings Laff Lovers,

I read an article the other day about some general rules you should follow if you are in a relationship with a bipolar person. The article was called, '5 Rules to Follow When You Are In a Relationship with a Bipolar Person.'

It was the usual psycho-masturbational pablum like; 'Don't engage with irrational behavior' and 'Don't judge a person because of isolated bipolar episodes' and 'beer before liquor, never sicker.'

But the last so-called 'rule' really threw me.

It was, 'You are entitled to happiness.'

Who the fuck came up with that? Because in reality, you aren't 'entitled' to shit.

Even the founding fathers 500 years ago (or whenever...I got a C minus in history and I'm too lazy to look it up) wrote that we have a right to the 'pursuit' of happiness. Not happiness. Because if I have a right to happiness I have been getting screwed for decades.

And this, I think, is the root of so many of our problems today as a people, as a culture, as a civilization. Everybody is a pussy. This misconception that there is some sort of inherent, intrinsic 'right' to happiness is so ubiquitous it is even showing up in tabloid tripe about relationships. And it is so completely not true as to be almost the exact opposite of reality.

No wonder why everybody is pissed off and psychotic all the time. Everybody believes they are being cheated out of some sort of happiness that is owed to them somehow.

Trust me, if you resign yourself to the fact that you are going to be disappointed and dissatisfied and taken advantage of most of the time, you'll live a much more contented life.



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