Wookey
Muppet is not a slur
I gave Happiness a capital 'H' there, did you see? I've been reading too many self-help books.
Listen, right, we've had a to-do tonight regarding the whole 'meaning of life' thang - and I was wondering how many people would agree with me, in a bid to bolster my lowly ego and make me feel better.
So, here are the two choices: Wookey (in the Red Corner) believes that true Happiness (capitalised) comes from within, that is to say that external riches, and externalised satisfaction, is not the route to Happiness. Rather, finding joy in small things is the way to realise the self. Instead of desensitising ourselves to beauty with ever more elaborate and expensive baubles, we should find beauty, resolution, peace and Happiness in the tiny indications of life, such as a rainstorm, a laugh, or a perfect sunflower. When we can realise our own individual, infinitesimal minuteness, the speck of dust we represent on the mantlepiece of time, then finding joy in the minute (in both prununciations), and living each second without the encumbrance of bank accounts and mortgages and careers and ambitions is the way to find an honest relationship with this bizarre, random, joyous but short-lived thing we call 'life'.
In the Blue Corner, we have Mr Stibs, who (if I can paraphrase his bruising rhetoric) believes that it is a Darwinian truth that acquisition of property, riches, success and 'belongings' are the true route to Happiness, because these will most likely result in the ultimate goal of the desemination of ones genes. Mmm.
The instigator for this debate was Gok Wan's 'How to Look Gook Naked' - so never let it be said that cheap telly can't be thought provoking....
When watching the (admirable) Mr Wan tell his ladies that 'You don't need plastic surgery to be happy and content with yourselves, you just need a hair-do, make-over, new wardrobe and ego-massaging Gay best Friend, and you'll be fine....' when I (in the Red Corner you'll remember) said that it would be much more impressive if Mr Wan could get the ladies sitting their in their worst knickers, hair bedraggled, smelling of yesterday's socks, and still feel great about themselves.
A hair-do, new wardrobe and make-over is again relying on outside elements to provide Happiness (outside opinions, the image we portray) which is not, and can never be, a permanant and lasting solution....we all age.
Mr Stibs, meanwhile, says that looking good, and attracting a mate, is the Darwinian imperitive. We are bound to feel better when we are more attractive, and we are more attractive the better we look, and the more things we own...
I can't get through to him the way in which we need to supercede the ego to find Happiness, and reduce the demands we make on our lives to more manageable (and enjoyable) proportions. He insists that ego and social positioning and riches are Darwinian measures of 'success' - whereas I see 'success' as coming from a completely different place - the ability to need nothing.
So, in this contrived boxing match of philosophies sparked by an episode of a weekday evening lifestyle show, what say you?
Who is on the right route to Happiness - Red, Blue, or are we both marooned?
Listen, right, we've had a to-do tonight regarding the whole 'meaning of life' thang - and I was wondering how many people would agree with me, in a bid to bolster my lowly ego and make me feel better.
So, here are the two choices: Wookey (in the Red Corner) believes that true Happiness (capitalised) comes from within, that is to say that external riches, and externalised satisfaction, is not the route to Happiness. Rather, finding joy in small things is the way to realise the self. Instead of desensitising ourselves to beauty with ever more elaborate and expensive baubles, we should find beauty, resolution, peace and Happiness in the tiny indications of life, such as a rainstorm, a laugh, or a perfect sunflower. When we can realise our own individual, infinitesimal minuteness, the speck of dust we represent on the mantlepiece of time, then finding joy in the minute (in both prununciations), and living each second without the encumbrance of bank accounts and mortgages and careers and ambitions is the way to find an honest relationship with this bizarre, random, joyous but short-lived thing we call 'life'.
In the Blue Corner, we have Mr Stibs, who (if I can paraphrase his bruising rhetoric) believes that it is a Darwinian truth that acquisition of property, riches, success and 'belongings' are the true route to Happiness, because these will most likely result in the ultimate goal of the desemination of ones genes. Mmm.
The instigator for this debate was Gok Wan's 'How to Look Gook Naked' - so never let it be said that cheap telly can't be thought provoking....
When watching the (admirable) Mr Wan tell his ladies that 'You don't need plastic surgery to be happy and content with yourselves, you just need a hair-do, make-over, new wardrobe and ego-massaging Gay best Friend, and you'll be fine....' when I (in the Red Corner you'll remember) said that it would be much more impressive if Mr Wan could get the ladies sitting their in their worst knickers, hair bedraggled, smelling of yesterday's socks, and still feel great about themselves.
A hair-do, new wardrobe and make-over is again relying on outside elements to provide Happiness (outside opinions, the image we portray) which is not, and can never be, a permanant and lasting solution....we all age.
Mr Stibs, meanwhile, says that looking good, and attracting a mate, is the Darwinian imperitive. We are bound to feel better when we are more attractive, and we are more attractive the better we look, and the more things we own...
I can't get through to him the way in which we need to supercede the ego to find Happiness, and reduce the demands we make on our lives to more manageable (and enjoyable) proportions. He insists that ego and social positioning and riches are Darwinian measures of 'success' - whereas I see 'success' as coming from a completely different place - the ability to need nothing.
So, in this contrived boxing match of philosophies sparked by an episode of a weekday evening lifestyle show, what say you?
Who is on the right route to Happiness - Red, Blue, or are we both marooned?