Venting happy people upset me

[bigworm]

when i see people happy it just upsets me and i can tell its just jealousy but still it upsets me why are they happy why are they successful why is their life better than mine why couldn't it be
im jealous and i hate it but itsok

 

[MathConspiracy]

I can relate, you're not alone. I talked to two people today, the other one was my type while the other was not. But both were happy. I actually had fun talking to the other girl while the other only kept disproving me with her toxic positivity. I don't like my studies. I don't have a future. Why should I be excited about life?

The girls left, saying we'll probably meet again. I look around and see focused people studying in the library. People who still have motivation. I feel so down at the moment and want to drink myself into stupor.

 

[divinemistress87]

I get jealous to . People that have hopes and dreams and can function in life I wonder what thats like?

 

[EvisceratedJester]

How do you know that they are successful, let alone that their life has always been better than yours? Happiness is an emotion that comes and goes. If we were happy all the time then our species would not have survived as long as they did.

 

[pthnrdnojvsc]

in 130 years, they i and every human alive now will be dead , obliterated for all time as if they never existed

1 second after the brain dies a human ceases to exist forever. no one will remember what happened in their life or even if they existed or that the universe existed in 500 years and so on .

to me only minimizing suffering matters. if i'm able to kill myself in a few days then i will never be able to suffer again. meanwhile any sentient animal still living will inevitably suffer while living the rest of this year or the next yearS. sooner or later and sometimes extreme suffering

i envy the non-existent the most . only those that don't exist can't suffer extremely so bad that it's a trillion times worse than you can imagine.

only non-existence forever can keep me safe from such extreme torture and unbearable pain

 

[CravingPeace]

Same. It's hard to "radically accept" my current, painful situation while seeing others have fruitful lives.

The people who also have way less than me yet still enjoy life more also get under my skin. Not in a "mad at them" way, but a "mad at myself" way. Like, if they can thrive with less than I have, what is wrong with me that I can't enjoy what I have? Am I defective?

 

[beeptad]

It's so alienating looking around at others talking and being cheerful while just wanting to die. Seeing people happy makes me feel awful.

 

[gothbird]

It's okay to be jealous. It's one of the most human reactions to pain. People act like envy is a moral failing, but it's not. It's just your brain doing the math—"Why them, not me?" And when the numbers never add up, it turns into resentment.
You're not mad that they're happy. You're mad that you're not.

But here's the thing: their life isn't better. It's just different. Their highlight reel isn't your raw footage. You're seeing the result, not the cost. For all you know, they cry in the shower and hate themselves just like you do.

Jealousy doesn't make you bad. It just means you still wish things were different. And that means you haven't given up completely yet.
So feel it. Let yourself be pissed. You don't need to be noble about it.
Just don't let it convince you you're less.

 

[KillingPain267]

I'm happy for happy people, but let them be happy in private. I don't want to see their stupid faces. It's funny how nobody wants to hear or see depressed people, but happiness is not censored.

 

[amaterasu :-)]

I don't think I hate happy people, but I partially understand what you're saying. It sucks to have to be a spectator of someone else's happiness while is this same society which denies me the right to decide about my existence in fairly many ways, so my existence as part of this is due to a choice made by others, It can logically translates into a certain resentment when you see others having happy lives without worrying at all about those of us who have this problem of lack of access to death, It seems justifiable that I hate being a spectator of something I haven't chosen to be a part of. I don't know who can really be blamed, but it's clear that the real problem undoubtedly lies in the pro-life mentality, that is what we must focus on.

 

[Neuron.exe]

My days consist of the same monotonous patterns—swapping between social media apps, giving my scattered attention to each one. Every time I see an attractive ***** boy, I revere him like an angel. Perfect skin, flushed pink and pure white, hair so soft you'd want to run your fingers through it. And I think: God, I hate you. I love you. I want nothing—nothing more—than to die and be reborn as you.

You've had everything handed to you—the genetic lottery, the circumstantial jackpot. I hate you. Your very existence defines mine. I am lesser in comparison to your heights. I am sad because you are happy.