… fuck happy.
I’ve always hated that song. Actually, I hate the phrase and feel pretty indifferent to the song. I think. Can’t remember if I’ve actually ever heard the song in full.
So anyway, sometimes someone comes along and tells me not to worry but to be happy instead. Yeah, right! I’m not going to gloss over everything that is wrong in this world and just pretend happiness.
But still, don’t worry.
Apparently there’s this religious book, the Bhagavad Gita, that has a whole chapters devoted to not worrying. I’m intrigued by a philosophy that takes up position against worrying. I am after all a master worrier. So in this book Krishna, the god, tells Arjuna, his disciple, to not worry, because worry doesn’t change anything and anyway his soul is immortal.
I’m not so sure about this whole immortal soul thing, but I am sure that worry never changed a thing. Taking action changes things. Expressing concern to someone may change something. Changing circumstances. Calling a loved one. That changes things. That is useful. But worry? Worry only keeps you stuck in your head, expending energy in exceedingly useless ways.
So maybe instead we say. Don’t worry, get out of your head.