5 Things You Think Will Make You Happy (But Won't)
If 80s movies taught us anything, it's that at some point you're going to run into a mysterious relic that lets you switch bodies with other people.
Would you use it? Would you choose to switch lives with, say, Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or Dale DeBone? Most people would.
But let's say the artifact doesn't let you choose, but will instead switch you randomly with one of the other six billion people on the planet. Virtually nobody will take that deal, for fear they'd switch with some poor villager in Nigeria.
So what does that say about us? Well, according to experts, it says almost everything we think about what would make us happy is dead wrong. Let's look at the five things we're most wrong about, with some pictures of adorable animals for good measure.

Go to the little girls' aisle at the department store, if you're not there already. On the shelves you'll see the dominant little girl fantasy isn't Cinderella or even Dora the Explorer. It's Hannah Montana. Playsets come complete with a camera, makeup and a mirror for Hannah to admire herself in.

The girls play with that when they're eight, and by 16 they're on MySpace, pouting at the camera in their underwear and watching the friend requests pour in. In a recent survey of high school kids, 51 percent said their ultimate goal was to become famous.
This is brand new to humanity; for thousands of years, material goods and security dominated. Now, fame is at the top. Obviously part of the reason is the perception that anybody can get famous these days--reality TV and YouTube have proven that you can become a celebrity for doing not a goddamned thing. But there's another, less obvious factor. And it explains why so many famous people are miserable.
So What's the Problem?
Experts say where you find kids who desperately want to be famous, you find a history of neglect at home. Parents were either absent completely or, at best, emotionally distant dicks. It turns out the whole surge in aspirations for fame came right along with the explosion of single parents and "broken" homes. Only half of today's children live with their original two parents.
You can see how this sad mechanism works in the attention-starved mind. The kid is programmed by biology to love a parent, but the parent doesn't return the love. Fame lets them turn the tables on that arrangement. When you're famous, millions love you, but you don't even know their names. It's purely one-sided. They wait for hours in the cold for your autograph, you barely glance at them on the way to your limo. You get to take their love and wipe your ass with it, the same as your parents did to you.

"I love you!" "Your deaths would mean nothing to me."
But it turns out that kind of massive, paper-thin adoration is a poor substitute. Famous people are four times as likely to commit suicide as the rest of us (Hell, you'd think it'd be higher--everybody reading this has seen more than one of their favorite performers self-destruct).
Wait, it Gets Worse...
If you're saying that your parents were awesome and that fame still looks pretty freaking cool, well, we're not done. Studies show nothing is more stressful for a human than when their goals are tied to the approval of others. Particularly when those "others" are an enormous crowd of fickle strangers holding you up to a laughably unrealistic ideal built by publicists, thick makeup and heavily Photoshopped magazine covers.
You could seek comfort from your circle of friends, only now your friends have been replaced Invasion of the Body Snatcher's-style with hangers-on, vultures, unscrupulous characters and plain dumbasses who only want a piece of the spotlight. . . even if it means selling you out later.
For example, have you ever lit up a bong at a party? Were you worried that one of your friends would snap a photo of you, sell it to a tabloid for thousands of dollars and ruin your career?
Well become famous, and then try it.


Let's not bullshit each other. You see those ads on the side of the screen? And at the top? And at the bottom? Go look at one of them. We just made $800, baby. Seriously, they're set up to detect the position of your eyeballs. If you actually click on one, we make enough to fill our SnoCone machine with Cristal.

Most of us get out of bed everyday purely because it edges us one step closer to some kind of financial future we want. If we won the lottery, most of us would show up to the office the next day wearing an ankle-length fur coat and enough bling to make Mr. T look Amish, and only stay just long enough to take a dump in our boss's inbox.
So What's the Problem?
Hey, remember when we said earlier that most people wouldn't do the body-switching thing for fear they'd wake up in Nigeria? Well according to surveys, Nigerians are happier with their lives than the people of any other country.

Can your country fit three to a motorcycle? Didn't think so.
The USA came in 16th.
Hey, did we mention that the average Nigerian makes $300 a year? That's less than a hundredth of what the average American makes. America being the country that hands out 120 million prescriptions for anti-depressants every year.
China is turning into a great object lesson in this, as their economy explodes and incomes skyrocket, but levels of happiness and personal satisfaction are dropping at the same rapid rate.
There's a couple of reasons for it. First, your brain adjusts feelings of happiness downward after you've reached some goal or other. It regulates the good feelings, presumably so that you have motivation to reach the next goal instead of just lounging by the pool for the rest of your days.

The second one is that as social creatures, we compare ourselves to our neighbors. This is why executives can cry about the $500,000 salary cap that comes with taking government bailout money. Their friends are making $3 million a year and live in igloo made out of cocaine. We can laugh at their complaints, but of course then you're giving the Nigerian permission to laugh at yours. That guy made 100 times more than you, you make 100 times more than the Nigerian.
Once you start hanging around the other high earners, you'll want all the stuff they have. No, that's not right--you'll want the stuff that's so much better than their stuff that they'll vomit with envy. As one magazine for Wall Street bigshots put it, you want the stuff that will be "a huge middle finger to everyone who enters your home."

"Yeah, same model as yours. Only covered in solid fucking gold."
But what about sudden wealth, like if you won the lottery, or sold your novel for $10 million? That'd be cool, right, because you'd still remember your former life and appreciate your new riches! Well, just ask William "Bud" Post, who wound up broken and bankrupt after he won $16 million in the lottery. It turns out that while he knew how to handle the stress of being poor thanks to a lifetime of experience, he had no concept of how to handle the new and alien stresses of wealth.
Wait, it Gets Worse...
Remember the whole Invasion of the Body Snatchers phenomenon we talked about with famous people, where suddenly all of your friends turn into leeches? Same here, only worse. With your newfound riches, suddenly "friends" pop up from all over. Cousins who you've never met, forgotten classmates from school, women who'd never even look your way before, all suddenly in your orbit, complimenting you, doing you favors. Then they casually slip it into conversation that they're going to have to default on their mortgage unless somebody helps out.

Your very own entourage!
Suddenly every relationship is in doubt. Do they actually care about you? Or do they just want a seat on the Bling Train? Would they sell you out to get to your cash?
That lottery winner we mentioned above . . . somebody hired a hitman to take him out, to get to his money. That somebody was his own fucking brother.

We know all about this one first-hand. That old stereotype about how comedy writers and heavy Internet users tend to have bodies chiseled out of solid sex? It's true. One visitor remarked that the Cracked office "Looked like a Manowar album cover came to life."

Office Christmas party, 07
Yes, being physically attractive has concrete advantages. Attractive people earn more, get better grades, have better jobs and find more successful partners than average or ugly people. Strangers are more likely to help them in a crisis. They have wider social circles.
So What's the Problem?
Remember, we're talking about happiness here, not success. For one, attractive people have the same self-esteem problems the ugly people do. Like money, attractiveness is relative and if you're hotter than your friends, at that stage you start comparing yourself to people in the media. You know, like the magazine covers we mentioned before, the ones that that have had the living shit Photoshopped out of them.

Before and After
In other words, they've adjusted to the experience of being attractive the same as our high income earners have adjusted to having money; they just pick other flaws to worry about. Sure, if you used the magical artifact up there to become Angelina Jolie tomorrow, you'd notice the difference over how you're treated now. But if you were born Angelina Jolie, you'd have no way of grasping it, the same as right now you don't realize what it's like to live life with some kind of horrible deformity (if you do have a horrible deformity, then you don't know what it's like to live with a worse one. Work with us here).
Wait, it Gets Worse...
You know how when the hot girl at the bar tells an unfunny joke, all the guys laugh anyway? Or when the office stud makes a mistake, the female boss laughs it off?
Attractive people live in a world where most feedback they get is bullshit. The compliments mean nothing--they've learned that's just the sound people make when they walk by. That's why studies show they tend to dismiss the genuine compliments they get in other areas (their work, personality, sense of humor, creativity) because it gets lumped in with the same counterfeit flattery they've been getting their whole lives.

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"I've been rich and I've been poor. Believe me, honey, rich is better." - Sophie Tucker
ReplyI love this writer!
Replyi wanna hug the fuzzy tiger!
ReplySuper-interesting and insightful article. So very true. Anyway, who should I talk to in order to adopt that porcupine?
ReplyIt's the ego that desires wealth, fame and everything else. The ego is never satisfied. When u detach yourself from the ego, when u realize that you are in essence just your immortal soul, then u are free from suffering and even death loses its sting.
ReplyThe key to wealth bringing happiness isn't having a lot of money, or a lot of what money will buy, which I will call "stuff". No, having a lot of stuff isn't the key to being happy. It's, to quote Tim Taylor, having "a lot of cool stuff".
ReplyOr actually, having just enough money to provide for one's physical needs and enough left over (disposable income) to provide for some of the things one wants.
For example, videogames. I went through a bad patch a couple of years back after losing a job and having to live off of inconsistent day-to-day temp work such as substitute teaching and hooking up home theater systems for people who made a whole lot more money than I did.
If I were careful, I had enough money to buy one video game a month. I already had the videogame system and a decent TV from the time when I was gainfully employed. The games I got were almost always used, generally more than a year or more after their release, meaning that I could get a "platinum" edition" if it was a AAA game or get it dirt cheap if it wasn't.
Even then, the $15-20 wasn't an impulse purchase - that was three meals, or about a third of a day's salary substitute teaching (a job I loved that paid absolute crap). So I was really, really careful about reading reviews, asking advice in online forums, researching the hell out of how to spend the equivalent of eating for a day on frivolous entertainment.
And then once I had the game, I played it to death because I knew I wasn't going to be able to afford another one for some time, so I'd find every collectible, replay it on insanity difficulty, get 100% clearance.
Looking back, I see that that research phase in anticipation of stopping on my way home from wherever I was working that day, if I were lucky enough to get work, that was a big part of the fun, the anticipation of the experience. These days, now that I have a job that provides a decent middle-class income sufficient that I can buy games new (though I still generally don't) means that the closest I come to that researching to find just the right one anticipation feeling is pre-ordering a game I've been waiting for.
And I don't suck all the pleasure out of the games I do get - still mostly older, discounted games, in part because I'd rather get two games for my $60 than one - because I can now afford more games than I have time to play, meaning that replaying challenge maps in Arkham Asylum to get full clearance on all of them doesn't hold as much appeal as popping that new (discounted 6-month old) game in.
Which isn't to say that having enough money to indulge a little more isn't better overall than living hand to mouth and having the thermostat turned down to 55 in the dead of winter, oh heck no.
But more doesn't automatically equal better, even when it's the difference between poverty and a relatively comfortable middle-class existence. Even then, some things are lost. The law of diminishing returns must kick in as you move up, especially if it's very sudden.
The being incredibly good-looking thing, though, I can tell you from personal experience, no real downside. At least, not when you're both exceptionally beautiful and extraordinarily humble, making you a better person in addition to be a better-looking person than all of those around you.
I don't wanna sound like a commercial, and this is completely aside the point you were making, but most used games are about $5 on the outside if you have a previous gen system. In fact, it's getting to the point where the first games released for the current systems are also five bucks.
Also, all the major game consoles have these internet thingies where you can download games directly, again, for about five bucks a pop.
Also, the thermostat: if you're in an apartment, they won't turn down that low. And don't do this to save cash. If you keep your thermostat above 65, you'll spend that magic number $5 more on utilities every month and more importantly, your pipes won't freeze and destroy everything you own when they thaw. Trust me, you do not want that happening to you, it is not just an old wive's tale. Just because the thermostat's 55 degrees doesn't mean everything in the house is too.
You know I just learned what TLDR meant, I know I'm very late to the game, but I'm really excited to use it for the first time... TLDR... :)
The picture of the puppy suffocating the other puppy is adorable. You know that's how lions kill their prey. Mouth over mouth, and they suffocate them. So apparently Siberian huskies have the same bloodlust as lions.
Replyhere is my rule of thumb: everything in moderation. enough money and you can live happy and safe,you just dont need so much that you can wipe your ass with it, a little fame is good cause heh we all want to be known just not by a bunch of fanatical people who blindly follow everyone else,a little power is good so you have some controll over your life not so much that you have complete controll over other people, genuis is ok if it helps you achieve good things you just dont need to build a freaking h bomb! and good looks are ok cause really who wants to be ugly just dont let that be the only thing that defines you cause hey looks fade overtime but if you are beautiful on the inside and out it wont matter. works for me!!
ReplyWow I never knew that Nigerians were happier than me! I feel enlightened! I must now go throw away all of my sinful material gains and live off weeds and dirt, wallowing in the mud for the rest of my life! Thanks for showing the path to happiness Elizabeth Benefiel!
ReplyDid you even read the full article?
"This might be because for most of human history, we didn't have time to do that. We were too busy gathering berries and running from wild animals. Now that we've got things so under control that the animals hug us. . ."
Reply"Might be"? Even if you don't take into account the biblical case of jealousy and murder (Cain & Abel), humans have never been completely docile and peaceful; humans have always been unhappy.
Wong does get it right at the end: making those around you happy is the only sure route to self-actualization and lasting happiness.
I have some issues with your sources there chief.
I can't believe someone managed to construct a sentence using "Angelina Jolie", "no way of grasping it", and "horrible deformity" that *wasn't* about her grotesque claw hands. Bravo, Cracked.
ReplyBABY PORKY-PINE BANANA! I can feel my hate and misery draining away!
Replyre: #5
Replyobsessive fans of famous people often think you're the crazy one when you try to inject a dose of reality
then again, some of the fans _are_ self aware about this
I love that picture of the turlte eating potatoes!!! So cute!
Replythis list is just a complete fail..
Replyguess you havnt heared? Ill let you in on a little secret: WOMEN f**k you up.
I'll GLADLY take wealth, beauty, brains and power any day of the week thank you.
So you can attain women to mess you up (more)?
you're a complete fail, you useless twat.
the whole point is that the simple things make you happiest. hence all the photos of adorable little critters being all little and ador- I GOTTA GO!
Don't know why anyone could think Power will make you happy... With power comes responsibility! ... and I just couldn't be arsed...
ReplyWith great power comes responsibility, sure, but that's only if you don't want to be a huge douchebag.
Being all of these at the same time is quite the burden, let me tell you. But somehow, I carry on.
ReplyFantastic article! You and Cheese (ok, and Jacopo) take the cake.
ReplyTHAT PORCUPINE IS SO CUTE
ReplyThis has to be the best Cracked article I've ever read... I've read it a few times. Each time, I'm always like, "Of course! Why do I keep forgetting about this?" Good stuff, David Wong.
ReplyThe first time I read it, I totally snagged that picture of a dude hugging a white tiger. That picture totally reminds me of Nirvana... and I don't mean the band either.