Someone is happy with their doo-dad, until someone else has a different (not necessarily better) doo-dad
Someone enjoyed their holiday destination, until they saw someone else's edited and curated holiday destination, and suddenly, what they were perfectly happy with now seems inadequate
I don't gauge my happiness by what other people have, or what they're doing
I've had nothing, and I have been rich. Apart from the security that wealth brings, the "stuff" that people think is important has never mattered to me
I have a motorbike that I got second hand that's almost 20 years old. I bought the first car of my life (I was born in the 1970s) about six months ago, and I got the cheapest car I could find
I'm happy
Not because of what I own, but because of what I value
I pity anyone who is influenced by social media, and if they're of my age, I see them as weak.
It's difficult for kids who have known no different, and they have my sympathy, because I don't know how they're supposed to negotiate these waters, particularly when their pathetic parents can't do any better
Sadly, the stupid tend to breed prolifically, and anti-vax idiots often have a gaggle of spawn, and are keen to whelp more litters as the others die from perfectly preventable diseases
I'm so happy that I have an electric car and solar at home to power it