I’m not a tree. And other pointless sentences.
There’s a chance I may offend some of you today.
Not my favourite thing to do (because I’m programmed to want everyone to like me) but something has irritated me and I’m going to share it in the hope that there are some kindred thinkers among you.
‘Philosophical’ quotes are on the agenda.
I’m a keen Facebooker and as such I read my news feed every day to see what’s going on in the world of my Friends, with a capital F, and my ‘friends’, with a small f.
Those I actually care about and those I met once, or vaguely knew two decades ago, who have made it onto my friends list but with whom I would find it awkward to spend 30 seconds.
I’m pleased to say my irritation sprouts predominantly from my friends with a small f.
It started with this: “Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.”
Woahhhh… where did that update come from?!?! I remember thinking.
Where are the baby photos or pointless group skiing shots with hats and masks still on so you have no idea who’s who? These are what I pay good (ok, no) money to see.
A couple of weeks went by and then another gem popped up: “If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree.”
No I’m not a tree. Very good point small f friend with poor grammar.
Then: “Don’t wish it was easier, wish you were better.” Bleugh.
Like an extraordinarily sticky snowball rolling down a mountain of nonsense it grew into a giant blob of yellow snow where my links to cute baby animals used to be.
The real slap in the face was the positive reaction to said quotes. Barrels of ‘likes’, that don’t appear to be ironic, and comments that make you want to throw your phone into the nearest body of water.
“You go girl, be happy NOW!”
“You’re so right, I’m not going to postpone my happiness ANY MORE!”
If someone has some genuine happiness tips then share away. If there’s a fruit-based drink proven to lighten my mood and lower my BMI, a film that will have me skipping joyfully for days afterwards, or a new hot sauce I can fire up my chilli with (spicy sauce makes me happy) then by all means give me the info.
But ambiguous conceptual hot air won’t do. I need facts.
Having written the above I spent a little time wondering how this relates to my blogging home here at SLH. And, thankfully, it does.
“Unhappy because it’s cold? Go somewhere hot with Small Luxury Hotels of the World!”
“Sad because you’re at work? Don’t do any work in a Small Luxury Hotel of the World!”
Could someone read these words and be left feeling uncertain how to proceed if being cold or bored of work were affecting their mood? I think not.
Solid useful words one after the other. If hotels that are small and luxury and in the world make you happy then happiness you shall have.
Unless you’re a tree. No trees allowed.