In Pursuit of Happiness

I saw the movie last evening. Will Smith has done an exceptional job of it. Although I didn’t sympathise with the character, Chris Garden, completely (I thought he could have avoided a lot of extra grief if he had just given a few decisions some rational thought), it was one film that set me thinking.

So yah, how did Jefferson know, that man spends his life pursuing happiness, but may never actually end up getting it, when he helped write the Declaration of Independence? Or did he know it? How, with much larger issues at hand, did he realise that he could not promise anyone, the right to happiness because happiness is relative?

Gardner is an example of a man who brought some of his problems upon himself through wrong decisions. How would a person feel, if he knew he is responsible for half of his own problems?

I’m serious… go watch You-Tube if you want a laugh…

There are some people who create problems in their minds. You know, like imagining that nobody likes them, that they are incapable of success, that they don’t have enough grey matter to get themselves by decently. I wonder if half the depressed people out there are depressed simply because they ‘think’ their lives suck. I knew a girl once, who thought she was ugly and stupid. She couldn’t continue for nuts if she’d made a mistake. She thought all of us hated her. She thought we kept thinking what an insect of a creature she was and that we kept talking about her.

So she never spoke to any of us. She lived in her own world of woes and self-pity. Her smiles were as rare as brain-cells in my skull (= Very very very very very… phew… rare).

Funniest thing was, that, she had a Superiority complex triggered by an underlying Inferiority complex! Hehe… she used to give me talks on weird things like ‘Independence of Self’ and ‘Superiority of Diction over Matter’ and ‘Empty vessels make most noise’… every time she said that last part I’d stop guffawing or cracking pathetic jokes and be sad (my colleagues would brighten up though).

I wish she knew that we never actually gave her too much thought. So, if she’d just been nice to us, we’d have been nice to her too. And the whole complex thing would never have come to be.

I’m another one of those prized idiots! I went prancing around office saying “gimme work, gimme work!”… and at one point in time, I just couldn’t take the work anymore… so I went out of work! Isn’t that a happy ending?

I wonder if I had probably handled things differently then, I could have had a 12 months work-ex in hand…

Self-created…

So now, when I fail at something, and I snap up with some fantastic, lame excuses to justify myself… I want to secretly kick myself (I tried it, I’m not so flexible). If I could do it once, what’s stopping me from doing it again? Me, I guess…

I was amazed at the way Gardner manages a turbulent married life, a brat of a kid, no home, no money and the knowledge that he has 1/20th of a chance of getting the job he’s working so hard for. The guy would’ve strolled into the IIMA with a red-carpet welcome.

You know, all you depressed people reading this, take some time off from your depression and go rent a VCD of ‘Life is Beautiful’.

Baaaas… I’m done being serious. I’m going to watch You-Tube now. So go home. Pop an anti-depressant in your mouth and look at yourself in the mirror.


P.S: My GOD! This blog of mine is worse than the previous one!!!