The Philosophy of Bitterness

Have you been wronged? Slighted by life? Dealt an unfair hand? There’s an overused and completely unhelpful sentiment you might have heard: “Join the club.”

That statement is usually followed by a story about how bad the person you’re talking to has it, so, naturally, you should have nothing to complain about in comparison.

The cold truth is that you probably have been done dirty by the probabilities of life. Not of all us were winners in the genetic lottery, blessed with powerful builds and symmetrical features. Did you know that attractive people, by far, believe that life is fair while their less attractive counterparts don’t? No shit, right? But even the most beautiful among us have lost a hand in the game of life a time or two.

How many of us have been chronically unlucky in love, or unable to get ahead financially? It’s a high number. And some people, unfortunately, suffer these inequities more than others. Race, sex, economics, geography, it all matters in life and we didn’t get a say in any of it.

Life is unfair. We all know this, and yet… We still expect on some level that it should be. This isn’t to say that we can’t, or shouldn’t do our damnedest to make the world a better place. That’s our responsibility. There are issues of injustice and inequality that run deep and won’t go anywhere until we do something about them.

Doing something about a problem is taking action. When that action is a positive force for change, it is the greatest step a person can take to improving their lives, and even the world. Positive action is the cure for the unfairness of life.

However, on the opposite end of the spectrum from positive action is negative inaction. In short, being bitter. Living in that cold, dark place where you peek out at the world and let your mind fill with venom as you curse anyone and everyone who you believe has had an easy go of it, enjoying the best of life while you have been forced down into the smelly bowels of existence.

If you have a heartbeat and internet access, you’ve undoubtedly run across a troll or two in a forum or on social media. Putting aside the bots and paid Russians, there is still no shortage of people who seem to exist wholly on the internet, doing nothing but skimming threads until they come upon a comment that they can seize into tooth-and-claw, starting a pointless flame war that will consume hours of time and buckets of energy. Why would someone do that? What could possibly motivate that kind of action?

Bitterness.

A person who has given up, who believes that life is against them and theirs, who blames others for not receiving their due, this person is bitter. I know, because I’ve been there. Hell, to some degree or other, I think almost all of us have. The difference is how long we choose to stay in this state.

The first protest I get when expressing this opinion is, “What about people who truly can’t control the unfair circumstances life has presented them with? Aren’t they allowed to be a little bitter about something they can’t control? What kind of ‘positive action’ could they possibly take?”

Positive action doesn’t mean magically turning your frown upside down and finding a plucky method of getting what you’ve been deprived of. A positive action could be accepting a situation for what it is. If that sounds passive, then try doing it. The emotional work it takes to truly and honestly accept a situation out of your control is anything but easy. At least at first.

At the core of my opinion is this. A person has very little control over the circumstances of life. What they do have control over is how they react to it. The philosophy of Bitterness is to never accept that fact. Sure, when bad things happen we all need a little time and space to lick our wounds, to regroup and heal. Being bitter, however, means that you retreat and never come back. This world is filled with stories of people who adapted and overcame the greatest of adversities. I guarantee that none of them had an easy time of it.

Which is the true allure of bitterness. You don’t have to do much. It’s home is a state of low energy. You get to sit back, blame the world, and feel the righteous thrill of unleashing your anger on others. Unfortunately for those who walk it, this path is endless. When would it ever truly be enough? At what point would the simmering anger create a solution that gives you all your hopes and desires? How many angry internet posts will take until you are proven unequivocally as being right?

Years ago, after spending too much time in a bitter place, I came to realize this truth. Not academically, as words printed on a page that I read and dismissed as an interesting theory, but fundamentally, as a truth that was all around me. I won’t say that the moment I realized it things immediately turned around for me. But, what did happen was that things started getting incrementally better for me. Over time, those increments added up to big, positive changes that overhauled my entire life.

We all have a choice when life takes a dump on us. We can bitch about the smell, or we can go take a shower.

Redefining Success

If you were to ask teenage me what it is to be successful, the answers would’ve come quickly. Depending on the moment and mood, they’d vary, but there would be common threads. Success would equal lots of money, respect and adoration of those around me, looking great (this was my benchmark of success, not attainable goals), and some kind of profession that I would enjoy. Probably acting, because that’s what I liked to do back then.

I don’t think that viewpoint put me in the minority. Now, or then. Listen to what people say, in person or online. Who gets followed on Twitter and Instagram? Is it philosophers urging us to be better people, or social workers caring for those in dire need?

No. It’s the people with shapely butts and fat stacks of cash.

You know it’s true. In a way, it’s so ridiculous that a person can’t help but laugh. Anyone with a moderately significant amount of emotional depth can see this is all wrong. Honestly, I don’t believe that we’re all so shallow. So why does it persist?

There’s no easy answer that neatly explains it all. But there is a large contributor to this pervasive attitude: How we define success.

Some of my earliest memories are of parroting my father’s words which reflected a belief that getting rich was all that mattered in this life.

I’m going to pause here to interject an important fact. I was not born or raised wealthy. Far from it. Most of my childhood and early adulthood was spent poverty-line poor. So believe me when I tell you that I’m not one of these disconnected one-percenters saying that money isn’t everything without ever having experienced (in the words of Everclear) “A welfare Christmas.”

With that said, money isn’t everything.

Don’t throw stuff at me. Hear me out.

Money is important. I get that. I like money. There’s nothing like walking by a McDonald’s with hunger pulling your guts apart, smelling the fries, and knowing that you can’t afford to buy a single thing on the menu. That sucks. Money fixes that particular problem. What I’m saying is that among our people, including my estranged father, there is this belief that money equals happiness and there is no point of diminishing return.

Believing this fairy tale causes us to practically worship anyone with a lot of cash. And why not? With all that money they must not have a single problem. Their lives must be blessed and happy. Especially given that so many celebrities are really, really, ridiculously good looking, we see them and think, “They’ve got it made!” That is the pinnacle. That is the Peak of the Holy Mountain which I must climb!

Thing is, it’s not true.

There was a study done, which has been cited many times, that money does make you happy, but only up to a certain dollar amount. At the time of publication, it was around $75k/year, recently that figure was updated to $105k/year (inflation is a bitch). What this shows is that money can only make us happy in it’s usefulness as a tool that fulfills basic needs. Shelter. Food. Health care. Not worrying about those basics makes people happier. Naturally. But, after that?

There’s a concept in Tibetan Buddhism (and many other forms of Buddhism) called a bottomless desire. It’s a desire that can never be sated, no matter how often you try. Take sex, for example. How realistic is it that a person could have sex once and then say, “That was fantastic! Well, glad I did it. No need to do it again.” I’m sure there are outliers, but for most people, this isn’t the case. They’re back at the club the next weekend grinding on anyone or anything that will stay still.

Bottomless. Never ending. Feeding the desire will never truly lead to any kind of contentment or happiness. Many desires are like this. The accumulation of wealth is one. At the point that money stops solving basic problems, it stops being useful in making life better. At this point, it becomes a goal in and of itself, and can even make life more stressful.

As teenage me was left behind, many years ago, I slowly started to realize this truth. Moving on from a kid who couldn’t buy a cheeseburger to a professional adult working for large, multinational companies, I noticed that the most “successful” of the corporate climbers were actually the least happy. Sure, they could put on a smile and motivational speech, but when you got down to it, most of these guys were overworked, chronically ill, and viewed their jobs as the totality of their lives.

Ironically, you know who did come off as genuinely happy? The individual contributor who never tried for management because he likes being at home with his family for dinner. The project manager who makes sure to travel at least once a year. It made me think hard about what I had taken for granted in terms of goals and success criteria.

I’m not here to judge anyone else’s choices. You do you and all that. If your work makes you happy, truly, then keep doing it. But for me, I found that the more I achieved, the more milestones I passed, the plainer it became to me that I wasn’t getting any happier. About a decade ago, I was an anxious, nervous wreck. Taking medication for anxiety and depression. Drinking myself into stupors on the weekends.

Why? I was successful, wasn’t I? I mean, I wasn’t a billionaire, but I was the first in my family to get a college degree. I was making six figures. Living in a nice home and driving a luxury sports car. It was all coming together. Right?

For me, the beginning of my road to happiness (which I’m still very much on) started with realizing that success was not what I had believed it to be. True success wasn’t quantified by my bank account, the price of my car, or the number of social media friends I had. True success was something else. Something more important. It was being valuable to others. Being able to appreciate what I had rather than continually lusting for more. Success was being helpful when my friends and family needed me.

If I had to pick some visuals, I’d say that success changed from a vault of cash to a brilliant sunset. I know how wishy-washy that sounds. And I don’t care. Think about what being successful means to you. Is it truly important to have a mountain of money, or is it more important that you’ve provided for those you love? It’s a personal question, but one I feel is important. At least it is to me. I couldn’t even begin to start living a better life until I gave up the notion of success that was handed to me as a child and took up one that truly mattered to me.

My guess is that I’m not the only one who could benefit from it.