Notice how people write a lot more when they’re unhappy?
There’s something to be said about the therapy of penning thoughts and feelings
while dealing with various issues that bother us. It’s no secret that people
write a lot less when they are happy. I’ve been thinking about this for a
while, and organised a few thoughts about the phenomenon where people are less
tap-happy while in a happy place.
Happiness is less interesting on a page;
Gushing is unpopular;
When you are not superstitious and don’t believe in jinxing
at all but penning down how rosy the world looks to you now might be a
potential bitter pill for the future though you hope to heck it won’t happen
that way;
When your heart is full to bursting on a daily basis, and
you are suddenly bereft of the right words to say;
When you feel guilty for being so happy, because you reckon
no one should be this happy when there are so many others, including people you
care about, who are coping with their own struggles at this point in time, and
you choose to minimise expressing how damn freaking pancreas-busting-ly happy
you are;
When you have the urge to broadcast what you feel, but what
stops you is the knowledge that some things are between you and the other – I don’t
mean dirty laundry or passive aggressive button pushing, but simply knowing
that you and the other are the only relevant ones in this thought, this
feeling, that only the both of you will fully understand. And that’s why we
share, isn’t it? To be understood by at least one other human being;
When you hear someone say the words you’ve been afraid to
say but have been playing around the periphery of your mind and dancing on the silent
corners of your lips;
When the little things cease to matter all that much, or
when they do, they don’t matter for as long a duration;
When what you are writing about has taken a different track
somewhere along the half page you’ve just tapped out on;
And I’m now standing on a different thought path blinking at
the surroundings I never intended to enter into.
