If someone asked you what your favorite emotion was, how do you think you’d answer? For many people, I suspect they would answer “Happiness”, “Joy'', or some variant of exclusively positive emotion. Someone may think more meticulously and answer with “Contentment”, which while a positive emotion has a lot of nuance attached to it. However my answer to that question is what I feel others would consider more orthodox: Bittersweet. Pleasure accompanied by suffering, not exactly most people’s first pick but from my perspective pain is necessary in order to enjoy the pleasure that life gives you. Perhaps I'm over-romanticizing but there’s something to desire from looking back fondly at times where you were hurting and seeing yourself in a better place in the present. Perhaps you finally have moved on from “The one who got away” and can look back on those times with fondness. Perhaps you are sharing stories of a friend or family member at their funeral and though they may never w
Here we go again. Another article I’m writing because of a situation that happened recently. I swear, I have some half finished stuff and other ideas that are just sitting in my docs. Maybe this is just how the format will go. Something happens, and I come here to vent. Hey, it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I went out to the bar the other night with my wife around 10 p.m. Something we rarely do anymore. I’m the guy who leaves the bar way before 10. But my wife wanted to see a friend she hasn't seen in a while. We get there and local pod. is all over the bar. It doesn't take long for my wife to say something to her friend akin to, “oh, my husband hates the police.” I'll give you 3 guesses what happens next, but you probably one need one. Yes, my wife’s friend starts up a conversation with one of the cops. Well, after a little awkwardness, we enjoyed the rest of night and got home way too late. This stuff happens all the time to me. I have a bunch of family an