This could be a personal anthem for a lot of people I could name, folks who like to find cause for misery wallowing in every mundane moment. Some people are more like that than others, but we’ve all got a little relish for negativity sometimes. Don’t we all spend time pondering the unfairness of having to do things we don’t want to with people we don’t like? The Smiths tapped a universal ache there. You might say Morrissey is whiny, but deep down you agree with him. And of course, there’s the conundrum that we actually enjoy being ‘miserable’ when we’ve got no real reason to. We just like to create pain and conflict to remind ourselves that we’re alive. Or something. Fans of The Matrix might remember how the machines lost whole crops of humans when their minds rejected a perfect simulation of a world with no violence, pain or strife. Greater thinkers than the Wachowski brothers have floated that theory, and it’s actually been proven with mice. A society where there’s enough of everything for everybody breaks down into anarchy. Apparently the mice either curled up and died or went insane. True story. So of course we like a little unhappiness to salt our coffee, as it were. We have it good, but we find reasons to be miserable. Did you find a job? Are you miserable about it? Good. Just as God intended.