We’ve established I love me some trashtastic television.
Quite frankly, I don’t know if it’s better or makes me profoundly more annoying (I think the latter) I actually pay attention to the trashy shows as I watch.
I don’t just bask in the mind-candy of the experience.
I absorb scenarios. I dissect dialogue. And, as a result, I often find myself pondering all of it long after the episode has ended.
(Another reason why I rarely binge, errr, marathon view. Too much at once. Not digestable.)
I’m back in love with pop country, giggling at how soapie the show is, and longing for full skirts and fuller follicles.
I wish she were old enough to see more than snippets.
The other evening as I watched
my nightly ration a character said to another (paraphrasing):
You’re a happiness bully.
A happiness bully.
That incongruous pairing of words remained in my head for days.
It became the backdrop of all I saw (online and off).
I watched fellow optimists (I’m a my glass is overflowing may I pour some in yours?) aggressively strive to “cheer” people up and wondered:
Is there truth in the phrase happiness bully?
We’ve talked about the power of defensive pessimism and why choosing to believe worst case scenario isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
I watched as well-meaning friends admonished others to Be positive!!, Look on the bright side!! and lobbed platitudes as strongly worded as Someone out there is praying for what you take for granted!!
I cringed as I recalled times I’d said & done the same sort of thing.
I considered the definition of bullying and challenged myself to sit with the question of if I’d happiness bullied.
I got all kinds of uncomfy with whether I’d Scarlett O’Connor‘ed others in my zeal to drag them away from “all the feelings” instead of having faith & trusting they can handle uncomfortable emotions .
You’re a happiness bully.
I re-framed interactions and could see I’d been accidentally domineering in an attempt to bring the happy (life is a gift! that’s why it’s called the present! we should be glad to be here!!).
I reflected on scenarios, now that I possessed the 20/20 gift of hindsight, where I was bossy in my misguided attempts to to help.
Did another b-word also describe my aggressively happy efforts? Was bossy, not bullying, my answer?
I was an English Lit major.
I enjoy words. I love discussing words. I adore interesting word pairings.
I’m still intrigued by the powerful image “happiness bully” conjures in my mind.
- Have you accidentally happiness bullied, too?
- Do you believe (to quote The Wonder Years) it’s not about forcing happiness it’s about never letting sadness win?