Misery Loves Company

Misery loves company.

That’s why you often see the happiest of people,

the ones most in tune with themselves,

the ones at peace internally,

seated at a table with very few people to split a meal with.

Miserable people seek out friendships and bonds with others who don’t push them out of misery, but instead people they can share comfort with them in feeling like hey, life sucks, but at least this person’s life does too.

Miserable people seek people that act like patches of relatability, those of which cover their bruised and miserable minds like band aids to a cut.

And that’s the same reason why some of those whom we call friends smile in public but pray for our downfall in private.

Miserable people don’t want to see the people around them win.

Why would they?

How else are they going to justify not acting to change their miserable ways?

Miserable people flock in packs of big groups, like pigeons and seagulls.

They cannot fathom the idea of soaring solo,

of leading themselves versus following others.

Miserable people don't want to change, they hate change. Change requires effort from within, effort that miserable people would rather pour into the lives of others.

What is this person up to? Where did they get this from? What are they doing now? How did they afford that car? What did they do to deserve this? Why are they on vacation? Why? Why? WHY?

Why... not me? Why them? Why?

Why not me?

A friend who lives everyday in misery is not your friend.

A friend is a supporter who doesn't place what you have versus what they have on a weighing scale before they choose to celebrate you. A friend will celebrate your wins instantaneously, not resort to questioning how you won.

It's the difference between "I am so proud of you, you really can do anything you set out to accomplish" and "No way congrats?! How did you even accomplish that?"

Oftentimes it's hard to read between the lines of support, and plain comparison, envy and resentment.

Miserable people will almost never admit to their internal struggles until they choose to change. Every day is a facade. It is another scripted scene in the movie they star in called 'My Every Day Life.'

Miserable people will smile and laugh, and cheer and clap on the surface, but their minds are overflowing with resentment and unresolved diffidence.

Miserable people leave little room for genuineness towards others because they are consumed by jealousy towards everyone around them. They become enraged with this intense emotion of which stems from helplessness and insecurity.

Speaking ill of others becomes their agenda.

Their purpose.

Change requires too much internal effort.

It's easier to make others' lives just as miserable than it is to make theirs better.

They don’t leave any stone unturned in defaming or trying to set others up for failure.

It might be abruptly thrilling,

satisfying,

gratifying,

but in the long run, the fire within them that longs to burn others— burns them.

Miserable people will never be happy for those who have it better than they do.

Miserable people lead miserable lives.

Dull, boring and unadventurous lives. They long for a mundane existence.

No fun, no possibility, no excitement; plenty to complain about.

So they long to have people around them to share miserable lives with.

Oftentimes it's hard to read between the lines of support, and comparison, envy, resentment.

Which is why it's crucial you watch who you are allowing to be around you.

In a world where knowledge is instant, jealously is everywhere and miserable people wear masks of happiness, there is such thing as being too available for everyone.

It leaves very little for yourself.

Pigeons and Seagulls. Those are the miserable people of the world.

People who constantly need the validation and acceptance of others to be happy will never be truly happy.

If they are seen alone too often their insecurities ripen and they act on impulse to move from person to person, friend to friend, friend group to friend group.

Their friendships are often short-lived because they were never friendships to begin with.

Merely companionship.

Because they cannot be seen alone.

The happiest people are eagles.

They are hawks and falcons. They can flock in packs of 6. But they don't need to.

And for the most part, don't long to.

The happiest people are those who do not need company to be happy.

Because misery, loves company.