Day 30: Make Happy

“I’m open to suggestion. So from zero to one, are you happy?”

A friend sent me a song by a comedian and my ears were mesmerized by the sound and my brain was entertained by the lyrics. I laughed so much off of that song that I decided I have to watch the whole show. Thanks to Hung and his Netflix (hi, Hung!!), the show is available and already subtitled. It’s called Bo Burnham: Make Happy. I strongly recommend it, but not for the reason you would expect.

For what it’s worth, it’s a perfectly hilarious show, and Bo’s knack for teasing the audience with uncommon subject is certainly worthy of a look. The topic ranges from white men race, country music, breakup songs, Pringle’s can and Chipotle (and no, I’m not making it up). But, if you stay for the whole entire show, and you will, you would find something that will make you think. I can’t spoil what it is right now, but I promise, you will be touched by it.

I haven’t had the best week I could be. Or month. Or year. Or years. But I rarely have the time, or ability to express my declining mental health to people. I have things to get done. I have places to go. Most importantly, I have people to please. I have to switch masks constantly just to get people to like me, to want to be around me, or to get away from me. But I know people pay their attention and expect to return something positive out of it, and not an ever-depressing, issues-galore attitude. I know my problems, and you don’t know half of them.

I also do understand that everyone suffers. This is not for you to feel pity or to say “Awww, I’m sorry” because there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it. But, what this is for to consider is that everyone has something under their surface, that a comedian can indeed feel happy, a wiseass can indeed feel stupid, a model can indeed feel insecure and just about everyone feels unloved. So the next time you laugh at one’s joke, insult one’s comment, judge one’s look or feels the hatred, sit back and ask “What is their real problems?”

Because I can pretend all my problems are about narrow Pringle’s cans or oversized burritos, and you don’t know half of it.

Sometimes we are professional liars ourselves.

Are you happy?

I hope you are.

What kind of question is ‘Am I happy?’ anyways?

                                                                                                                        Love Always,