Laughter is not the best medicine (if you OD on it)

By James Schultz

Don’t you just hate happy people? You know, those really happy people. The type of people that say, “What a lovely day” when it’s flooding and all your things are wet. The type of people that say “not a cloud in the sky” when your house is on fire and the smoke cloud’s unbearable.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m by no means an anti-happiness, Grinch-like, love-crushing monster. A little bit of happiness can go a long way. I don’t sit around at the Queen-street mall bitching about all of life’s troubles with the local emo outfit. I do however; vent my anger when I’m angry.

Of course, this raises its own problems. Then you have the people who try to sympathise with you when they have no idea how you’re feeling. You know, the type of people who say, “I know how you feel” when your dog has just died and they’ve never had a dog… or a cat. The intentions are there but they just haven’t got a clue.

Still, I propose that a little bit of anger is a good thing. I mean it can’t be good having it all bottled up. The last thing we want is another school shooting or god forbid, another emo group plaguing our malls.

So, next time you kick your toe, don’t just stand there and marvel at the wonderful architecture of the door. Scream, curse, jump around. Whatever you do, do it. I’m sure you’ll feel better for it and, so will your family. After all, you’ll be venting your anger on the door, not your mother.

A little bit of happiness can go a long way, but so can a bit of anger.