Several years ago, someone was complaining about their personal problems online, so I replied with something encouraging. I can’t remember the specifics, but I know that what I said was the corny, “If you believe in yourself, you can do it!” sort of thing.
I was immediately dogpiled for “spreading false hope.”
Including from the person I had attempted to cheer up.
Okay.
So.
No matter what you do, you are going to die a failure.
You see, it’s the exact same effort for me to type something negative as it is to type something positive. I said something nice because I thought that the world needed nice people to say nice things so that everyone could end up being nicer to each other.
But all it did was result in a lot of crap for me.
Clearly, no one wanted to be nice. I was indeed indulging in false hope, but it was contained entirely within me — positivity does not beget positivity.
So I withdrew and took all of my positivity and niceness with me. I don’t participate in communities or groups or organizations or anything social anymore. Go ahead and eat each other; I won’t lift a finger to stop you.
Because ultimately, I realized that people aren’t worth it. They actually prefer to be miserable.
Maybe it will be different after The Fall.
By Autumn Rain 
Yes, people prefer to be miserable. It makes for chart topping songs. And probably some ghastly books everyone will start raving about. My husband and I have decided people don’t actually like to be happy anymore.
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