The strange and the weird, who’s happier?
Why do gypsy women want to live a life where they are taken out of school as young teenagers, most unable to read or write, then thrust into a life of cleaning caravans and babysitting younger siblings, until at 16 they are “grabbed” by some young gypsy boy and marry him, have huge amounts of babies and so the cycle continues? It all begs the question of why is Big fat Gypsy Weddings such compulsive viewing? I suppose you could say it’s like car crash tv, something you don’t want to watch, but have to watch to see how awful it really is. The men have to be dominating, the women, submissive. Are we back in the 1800s? Is it the lack of education that means these women are happy to live like this? Are we happier if we are less educated? Or are we more ignorant to the fact we could be happier? Does too much knowledge make us more miserable as we know more about what to expect? Maybe these women are happier than me? I have a good husband,3 kids, a house, a job, PTA. Am I happier than a gypsy women? I try to be as happy as I can, I have a social circle who make a point of doing something for us once a month, I always try and see the glass half full, I give people the benefit of the doubt. But does this make me happy? Sometimes I am happy, sometimes disappointed, sometimes sad, sometimes confused, but mostly happy. Was a happier single? When I only had myself to make happy? Am I happier now, watching my children grow and making sure they’re happy? Does it matter if you are happy? Without happiness are we really living our lives and is it a life half lived? Is a life half lived a waste?
