The older I get, the more I'm pretty sure there are a lot of people who just really, really hate joy. And the thing is, I don't think they realize they do. I think our culture has built them to be like that. I think it's part of the "Men Without Chests" thing C.S. Lewis talks about.
All you have to do is make a post about something you care about and watch the responses you get. No matter how innocuous what you said was, somebody is going to be weird and nihilistic about it. Of course, they have a right to respond. But that isn't the point. The point is that you could say something like "the memory of my great grandparents formed me as a person" and someone will respond "yeah, but you didn't know them, so—"
Say that you like Valentine's day and count how many responses like this: "I hate Valentine's day, it's stupid and made up" you get. Or that you like Taylor Swift. Or that you are moved by a certain tradition. Or that you think children's literature is important. Someone is going to pipe up for the express purpose of negating what you just said. They aren't getting anything out of it or contributing an experience of beauty to the world. They're just cutting down a spot someone else found and expressed beauty.
Have we really become so bitter that when someone shares a piece of their heart or their story our first instinct is to shut them down? Do we really hate happiness so much that we wish to dismantle anything we think we "made up"?
Gee, I'm sorry you think holidays are stupid and made up (wait til you learn where cultures come from). I'm sorry you won't listen to any music that's "too popular." I'm sorry that you don't think history is living and breathing and beautiful and matters today. I'm sorry you don't think anything matters. I'm sorry you think we are on a big rock of meaninglessness. But I don't.
And frankly, I think I'm having more fun than you.











