Comparing stuff
I wonder at myself – why when I compare stuff do I always have to compare it against the best? Why not compare it against the worst? It would sure make me a lot happier.
It may be that addictive personality of mine, always trying to recapture the peak experience. Or I could be stupid. Some of the best advice I’ve heard lately is this:
The secret to happiness is low expectations.
~ Barry Schwartz
All I know is, if you go into a movie expecting the greatest film you ever saw, you’ll almost always be disappointed. If you expect a boring piece of crap, chances are you may be pleased when you leave the theatre.
Of course the best thing is to live in the moment, having no expectations at all about anything, but not sure I’m up to that. I think that may involve meditation or something, which is akin for me to shoving knitting needles a considerable distance up my nose, enjoyment-wise. Maybe if I had better self-control I’d be better at controlling myself.
Ever always,
LWIII
Maybe if I had better self-control I’d be better at controlling myself.. Yep, just compare yourself to.. yourself. At past and worse moments.
[BTW I got here through this tweet:
@ettagirl: RT @TomYHowe The difference between men and women http://tomhowe.org/blog/ via @ficwriter]
Compared to myself, come to think of it, I’m just about where I should be. Man, that’s a great compairison, Ron. We should all just compare ourselves with ourselves then maybe there would be more satisfaction in the world. Will be keeping my eyes peeled for more of your wisdom on Twitter.