My Odor.

So, me being the absent minded individual we all are at times, today I stepped into the shower and after getting out, realized that I had left my deodorant downstairs in my room. Now, understand, I'm a man well prepared, and I do keep a spare "emergency" deodorant in my bathroom...but it smells like baby powder. And after I put it on, I, too smelled like a baby butt. Score. In order to remedy this dire situation, I ran down to my room after dressing myself and applied a thick layer of my usual, good smelling deodorant. Guess, what? I still smelled like infant glutes. This made me think.

Bad stuff happens in life, sometimes it's really bad stuff, and other times it's just kinda annoying, but bad stuff happens. Good things happen too. Don't try to argue that. BUT! Why do we always focus on the bad things? No matter how much good-smelling deodorant I put on, I still smell that nasty smell underneath. When we're feeling down, no matter how many good things happen to us, we still dwell on the thing that made us feel sad. Some would argue that we're a hedonistic race, a race devoted to pleasure. I would argue that ,instead, we are a masochistic society. We dwell on all the bad things, and even inflate our small problems so that they can cause us even more disrest. WHY? Human nature? Not a good enough answer.

Why can't we let the happy events stick? Why do the bad events pursue us through all our good experiences? Why does my armpit still smell like fresh diaper?