In too many places these days, depression is equated with quality and gloom with truth.
It’s most apparent in movies – they get the most exposure, though popular music isn’t far behind.
When a piece is optimistic and cheerful (even if it’s good) – it’s dubbed “naive”, or “escapistic”.
When a piece is bleak, depressing and speaks of the fact that life is, deep down, a bad place to live – it’s praised as “examining the human condition”.

Damn it, I’m happy. I’m a happy person. I like my job, I like my friends, I love my girlfriend – I’m generally happy. Sure, there are occasional downs and disappointments – but all in all, my life is GOOD.

Am I not part of the human experience?

How insulting.