There is something deeply flawed about gloom...
The unattractiveness of self-pity is met with:
Chin up! What could possibly be so bad?
And the hostility of sadness:
What could possibly be so depressing?
But I'm not joking...
There is hostility in sadness
Where others are made complicit
And angrily toss off the coat of guilt:
This doesn't fit me! Fuck you and your misery!
Happiness is a talent.