Happy New Year Chumps
2021. Another end. 2022. Another beginning. More resolutions and promises. Another pack of lies we tell ourselves and others that amount to this: this year will be better IF I change myself. Richer. Thinner. Prettier. Smarter. More productive, desirable, lovable. Better job, house, location. The list goes on. And it is all 100% low grade bullshit. Science has gotten a bad name since the moron-a-thon labeled life-saving vaccines a plot to steal the freedom they never had, but that same science tells us this about happiness: most of it is determined at birth. It is genetic. No different than how tall you are. It is how tall you were destined to be. And all the self-help and smiley-face books and YouTube and Tik Tok babbling doesn’t change a thing. You are congenitally happy or you are not. If you are, wonderful. Keep sleeping. And if you are not, it may be because you have been given the intelligence to see life for what it is: a mostly meaningless experience to which w...