The Bank of Scotland published its new happiness index, which tries to quantify how happy people are in relation to the area they live in, their age and their income.
BBC: Female Highland pensioners are happiest people in Scotland
The regional results are somewhat obscure (what does e.g. ‘Mid-Scotland & Fife (split)’ mean?), and the income results give, unsurprisingly, the lie to the old cliché about one’s inability to buy happiness. What intrigued me most was the fact that the happiest were those presumably nearest their deaths, with the youngest ones at the opposite end. It reminded me of a post I’d read a few months ago on Tumblr:
also we grew up in an era of booming economies and promised an adulthood of prosperity and endless opportunity such that if only we got good grades and went to college we would spend the rest of our lives enjoying life in the future.
and then the economy crashed and the jobs disappeared and we’re all tens of thousands of dollars in debt and either unemployed or working undercompensated overtime trying to keep jobs that don’t quite cover the necessities after we’ve made our student loan payments and the idea of affording a house or a marriage or kids is some giant bitter joke.
If we’re sad, it’s on the same line as that old saying about how if they really want to punish you, they don’t just send you to Hell, they give you a tour of Heaven first.
(I’d never heard that ‘old saying’ before, but it’s a good one. I could apply it to my life now I’ve had to leave, having stayed there for a few years, my country for this shithole, but that’s a different story . . . )