Most of us claim we want to be happy—to have meaningful lives – enjoy ourselves – experience fulfillment and share love and friendship with other people and maybe other species like dogs – cats – birds and whatnot.
Strangely enough however some people act as if they just want to be miserable and they succeed remarkably at inviting misery into their lives even though they get little apparent benefit from it – since being miserable doesn’t help them find lovers and friends – get better jobs – make more money or go on more interesting vacations.
Why do they do this?
After perusing the output of some of the finest brains in the therapy profession I’ve come to the conclusion that misery is an art form and the satisfaction people seem to find in it reflects the creative effort required to cultivate it.
In other words when your living conditions are stable – peaceful and prosperous—no civil wars raging in your streets – no mass hunger – no epidemic disease – no vexation from poverty—making yourself miserable is a craft all its own – requiring imagination – vision and ingenuity.
It can even give life a distinctive meaning.