As economists, psychologists and biologists try to determine what makes a person happy or unhappy, one factor stands out as especially powerful. To a large degree, it seems, happiness is inherited.
Well, that might be good news for some. Kinda takes the pressure off, doesn’t? Trying to figure out why oh why nothing fits? Why you default to a frown instead of a smile or how it is that puppies tend to piss you off and babies… well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be a good campaigner.
Here’s an old article from Forbes on happiness or lack thereof.
So tell me… are you happy? or just happy to learn biology sets you free: embrace the curmudgeon within…
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Pony Party is a gathering place. Please don’t recommend as we do not want to take up space in the recommended diary list.
hay now hay now, it’s pfiore8 in the corral… so go ahead then… talk, play, and remember to be excellent to each other…
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or is that bharma dloggers… i just never know
but don’t worry about it… be happy (or not)
Just got back from a dog walk/picture expedition for a pony party next week. Hopefully not all of the pictures are crap.
If happiness is inherited, I ended up with a mixed bag resilience on mother’s side, various mental illnesses on father’s side.
What the hell do you think?
I’m very happy!
Have a job I like instead of tolerate
Have a pain in the butt employee that’ll be gone on Thursday
Have a great family
Have good friends in RL and the blogosphere
Life is too damned short to be unhappy, what was was, and what is is…
Random 5 on my iPod currently playing:
Wash your spirit clean; Walela
Don Quixote; Gordon Lightfoot
Stewball; Peter, Paul and Mary
Running Shadow; Michael Martin Murphy
Take it Easy; The Eagles
Partial Lyrics from Stewball…good for our pony parties!
See you all after lunch!
if I could get rid of this damn cough…what started off as a stuffy nose the end of last week has now left me hacking away. Ugh.
Oh well…I’m happy that since I must cough, my husband is doing the grocery shopping on his own today. I usually go with him, but let me tell you, I’d love to be a fly on the wall and watch him and my son go about it on their own. Or, maybe I really, really, wouldn’t.
I have decided not to participate any longer at Docudharma.
There is some excellent material here already, and the site has great potential. I see people blossoming and coming into their own.
Best of luck to you.
crikey, grocery stores can be dangerous. i innocently go in today for soup ingredients…and i run into my ex-sil. her boyfriend’s son, age 17, jumed into the del. bay at low tide over labor day weekend, fractured 5 vertebrae, and is now paralyzed from the chest down.
this makes me really unhappy.
although there is the underlying happiness that i have a huge family full of ‘intersting’ relationships and associations. how many people do you know who could pick their ex-sil’s boyfriend’s son out of a lineup? im grateful for my huge, fucked-up extended family.