It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way–in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
I guess Dickens said it best. Yet I can’t help but feel that we are living the age of discontent. Look around you at your friends, family, then look at the mirror. Ask yourself are you happy?
Recently it’s become epidemic, the overall level of boredom and discontent. Everybody is bored of life itself. It seems we live in the same circles, meeting the same people, going to the same places having the same discussions over and over and over again. A vicious cycle, a loop of melancholy and utter boredom. It’s become the normal complaint, the automated response to “how are you?” or “what have you been up to?”. “Nothing much happening” and “I’m BORED” have replaced “elhamdollelah” and “ahy mashya” as the two most popular answers.
Funny thing is that while you’d hear of this before, now it seems it’s all I ever hear. In any group, varying crowds, it seems to be the consensus. As if interest or intrigue is an artificial high which to reach you have to take increasing amounts of the drug, whatever that drug may be. So simple fun activities no longer cut it, you are in constant need for newer bigger better never-before-attempted adrenaline inducing activities.
Then if you are not bored, you are unhappy, you are taking every opportunity to whine and complain to anyone who’d listen or read about your job, life, relationship and family. I’ve yet to hear someone claim to be happy with his/her job or what they do. You’d meet someone new, ask them what they do for a living, then if insane you can venture a “mabsout?”. I’m willing to handover green cash to anybody who’s ever heard that being answered with an affirmative.
Also people are incapable of relationship happiness in this era, for as AEB so eloquently put it “irrespective of your relationship status, it’s a source of complaint, and a different relationship status is always coveted.”
Ah I guess after all I’m a discontent member of this discontent age of which I dare speak and dare not complain.