‘100 Happy Days’ Is The Worst Thing Ever

You know that song ‘I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday’ by Wizzard? Of course you do, it’s a festive classic. Some slightly creepy bearded guys sing about how great Christmas is and how, as the title suggests, they wish it could happen every day.

It’s a great premise on paper. You would get a tonne of presents, eat endless Christmas dinners, never have to work. Trouble is when you look further into it the whole concept kinda unravels. Imagine the chaos as all the shops stay closed forever. The economy crumbles as people spend all their money on presents, Christmas loses all meaning, turkeys go extinct within two weeks.

100 Happy Days is a similar thing. It tells Facebook and Instagram users to post pictures of things which made their day ‘happy’ for one hundred (seriously, a whole hundred) days in a row. Let’s be realistic here, you physically cannot be happy for 100 days in a row, so people end up scraping the barrel mere days into this. Innocent people are being subjected to a barrage of social media terribleness, and it needs to stop.

Yes, people are still doing this. It’s 2015, almost 2016, and this is still a thing that exists. Who does this? One (maybe two if you’re like reeeeeeeally interesting) Instagram post a week is acceptable, but posting daily is borderline sociopathic. Has anyone ever completed the 100 days? It’s impossible to know, seeing as 100% of people will unfollow you within the first two weeks leaving no witnesses.

It might seem like a fun way to make the most of life, but that is not the message you’re sending out to people.

You know when someone you know is clearly upset so you ask them if they’re ok and they aggressively shout “I’M FINE” even though they’re clearly not fine? 100 happy days is you screaming “I’M HAPPY” at everyone you know when we all know you’re slowly dying inside despite the fact that you just had a ‘delicious brunch with the girlies’.

100 happy days is like when your stepmum took you and your siblings out for the first time. You clearly didn’t want to go, she was doing it because she felt guilty and the whole thing was bound to end in disaster. But there you were, feeding the ducks in the park while she asks “Isn’t this fun?!?” Forced fun is not fun, and forced happiness is definitely not actual happiness.

100 Happy Days basically has the effect of devaluing happiness. Just look at the state of this. This guy has bought some joggers from Primark and apparently this is enough to constitute a happy day. Why on earth would this justify a whole Instagram post? If this is a what you call a happy day, you’d better be prepared to literally explode with happiness when your first child is born, because you’re setting a very low bar for yourself.

Harry Kersh

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