Reasons to be Miserable

“What? Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m not staring at you.”

“You’re staring. Actually, I think the term is ‘looking sideways’ at me. Why?”

“No, you’re right. I am. I guess I’m just wondering why you’re smiling.”

“Why I’m smiling? Do I have to have a reason to smile?”

“Yeah, actually. I think you do.”

“I have to have a reason to smile, a reason to be happy?”

“Let me ask you this: is everything in your life going the way you’d hope it would?”

“Is everything in my life going the way I hoped it would? Well, I mean, not everything.”

“Not everything?”

“No.”

“What’s not going to plan?”

“Well… I guess I’d hoped to have gotten into that Ivy League grad program.”

“But you didn’t?”

“I didn’t get in… But that was years ago. I’m over that now.”

“What about your current job? Is it really the job you’ve always dreamed about?”

“Of course not. My dream job was to be a heart surgeon. But, come on! That’s a tall order.”

“Not really. There are plenty of people who are heart surgeons. A lot, actually. They were able to get their dream jobs. Maybe they worked harder than you. Maybe they’re better than you. Maybe life has better to them.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I’m saying, you’re not in your dream job, you never got into that Ivy League grad school you applied to, and are you even making the amount of money you were hoping to make by thirty?”

“Hopes are dreams are not reality. But I’m still making pretty good money.”

“So, you’re just going to stop reaching for the stars? You’re just going to be complacent?”

“I’m grateful for what I have, even if my whole ‘dream’ career didn’t work out.”

“But didn’t you also want to have a family by now, too? How’s that going?”

“I’m single.”

“Exactly.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Hey, I’m just repeating back to you what you’re telling me. What about those abs you always figured you’d have?”

“Oh, no one cares about abs anymore!”

“You do. I know you do. I see it when you look at your body. So tell me, do you really have anything to smile about?”

“Are you trying to tell me that I shouldn’t be happy?”

“Why should you be happy if you haven’t gotten what you wanted out of life? If you’re not the person you’d always hoped to be?”

“But all of those things are superficial. They’re not what make me me. It’s just stuff on paper.”

“Yeah, and your paper is a blank page, buddy.”

“So I shouldn’t be happy? I shouldn’t smile?”

“Do you have any reason to be happy?”

“What about the reason that it’s a beautiful day? The sun is shining?”

“Yeah, it’s shining because of global warming, and life’s gonna get real shitty real soon. You really should wipe that smile off your face.”

“I should just punish myself? Be miserable because life isn’t perfect? Because my life isn’t what I hoped it’d be? Because life has disappointed me?”

“And you’ve disappointed yourself.”

“Okay, really? You’re going there?”

“Yep.”

“So unless I have a reason to be happy, I shouldn’t smile? Be carefree? Enjoy my life?”

“Now you’re catching on!”

“And one reason isn’t enough?  I can only be happy if 100% of my life is great?”

“Finally, you’re learning.”

“Oh.”

“Feeling pretty miserable now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Have a nice day!”

He looks at his reflection in the mirror, watches his smile turn to a frown. Goddamn these internal monologues with his reflection. They always end in tears.