The Blah Days

I wonder why it is that a normal day feels blah. I'm not talking about the days you're sick and spend the entire day on the couch watching bad daytime TV. No, those days are definitely sub-par. What I want to know is why we tend to look at an average day as being boring.

Very few people are enthused and excited by their job, and if you're one of the lucky ones who is, congratulations. For the rest of us, though, the prospect of getting up and going to work is often one that could be described as "less than appealing". Why is that? Why don't people take pride in their work anymore? Why don't we see people enjoying and being happy with an average day?

Is this an indication of the mindset of modern America? Think about it mathematically for a second. If the average day is an unhappy (or at best neutral) day, then can we genuinely and honestly answer "yes" to the question "are you a happy person?"

Well, wait. Right now? Or overall?

We justify and twist and turn and attempt to give the answer we think we should instead of just telling the truth. Why?

I find it remarkable that people will describe themselves as relatively happy at almost any given point in time (don't try asking at a funeral - that's just tasteless). However, if you ask them to qualify their day as a whole, then they're more likely to describe it as average or blah or typical or whatever other synonym for mediocre is floating through their mind at the moment.

So basically, we're happy almost every moment of the day, but when we take all those happy moments together as a whole, it's simply mediocre. Are we expected to have a mediocre day? Do our minds trick us into thinking we're happy from moment to moment? Or are we just so completely desensitized to the idea of being still and enjoying a day that unless we have 3 car chases and an explosion on the way to work we can't call ourselves truly happy?

It's something to think about.