Are you ready? Good. Now, here’s the Oldbitey beef o’ the day:
I’ve been listening to Christmas music all week. I’ve got my Big R web radio station churning out Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, Swell’s favourite, The Carol of The Bells, and Andy Williams saying It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. It’s all helped to put me in a festive frame of mind, but sweet baby Jesus, can’t all year be Andy Williams wonderful?
What’s with the time-limited be of good cheer God rest ye merry gentlemen thumpity thump thump joy to the world?
WHY is it only the Holiday season when people don’t mind a shopper with 14 items in the 13 items or less check out line?
How come it’s only now that making donations to St Vinnie’s and The Salvation Army seem like a good idea?
There’s current research that argues that happiness is catching, just like the common cold virus. Check out this week’s Time Magazine. If you’re happy odds are your friends are happy too. If you suffer from happiness, most likely your family does as well. If you’re in a crowded room full of cheery Christmas party revelers, you will be cheery too!
Get ready for Oldbitey’s hypothesis! Generally when you hear the word mob you think of riots, and lynchings, and people going after Frankenstein’s monster with pitchforks and torches. Ok, I think about riots and lynchings and villagers hell-bent on a monster’s destruction, but the truth is, Happiness is all about mob mentality. Read the research, people!
I gotta admit I love a good mob mentality. There’s a mob of romance readers and writers who are very happy people. Optimistic, happy people breed happy optimistic readers. Romance novels are all about happiness.
You have heard of happily ever after, haven’t you?
Anyhow, at this festive be good for goodness sake time of year, the point about joining a mob of happiness, or being infected by happiness, is that perhaps now can be a good starting position for perennial happiness, for–dare I say it– actual world peace.
Outlaw surliness and ill will. Make happiness vaccines mandatory, like polio and TB boosters. Hand out romance novels. Teach smiling. Teach forgiveness.
Pollyanna thinking you say?
Maybe. But I’m happy and I’m gonna do my part to spread the happiness disease. And not just during The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Someday soon I’ll infect you. You’ll succumb to the virus because you love the mob mentality.
Got your pitchfork and chequebook ready?