It’s ok to not be ok.


Yes. Praise the Lord.

Is it ok to be ok?

If I say my marriage is awesome, people assume I’m lying. I feel like I have to make up something negative to say or people will think that I’m too prideful to share what’s really going on. I have been annoyed by this little cultural phenomenon for quite a while now, and then today I read this. ("Culture of Sorrow: Part 1" --Pay particular attention to the quotes).

Not gonna lie, I’ve been there. I’ve judged happy people. I’ve thought them shallow. I’ve assumed they were too scared or insecure to share what was really going on. And maybe I was right…or maybe they were just happy and marked by joy and didn’t give in to the drama. Maybe they didn’t think I was cooler because I was “deep.” Bummer.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not turning all sunshine and rainbows. I like the rain, and the color grey, and deep philosophical conversations. But I don’t think we’re doing ourselves (or others) any favors with our cynicism and moodiness. Just because a bunch of unhappy people get together a few times a month and talk about why they’re unhappy, doesn’t mean they have community.

So think about it. No one is impressed with your “depth.” The happy people feel sorry for you, and the sad ones already have enough reasons to hate their lives…they don’t need yours. If your goal is to make the happy ones sad, then you may need some professional help. (Seriously. No shame in that).

Go read the other blog. She says it better.