People’s obsession with happiness is getting even more bizarre. I’ve been observing it for a while, and I find it absurd. They treat happiness as if it’s underwear or maybe a sock. They pull it out of a drawer in the morning, wear it all day like a pair of comfy cotton panties, and when they get back home, they just throw the happiness in the laundry basket. Then they start all over again. Like maniacs.

I go on Instagram, and every third post is a version of the same message: “Always be happy”. ...