Same boat

Same earnings or should I say, similar earnings. Same status. Same success in the love stakes.

We sure like being in the same boat.

I found a much nicer house to live in. A nicer location, a location that suited me much more. Did my friends approve? Yet bet they didn’t. They suggested that one ought to stay put and make the best of it. I didn’t want to make the best of it. I wanted to live a different way of life. It turned out to be a good decision for countless reasons.

The ancients had a saying, misery loves company. Miserable people like you to be miserable too. Those that have failed in their relationships attempts, are glad to see you fail too. They may say or do things to help you fail. That is probably not far removed from being happy to see others in the same boat.

If we were to propose that we do indeed like being in the same boat, we can put it to the test. If people are saying negative things about your new relationship, it would follow that their relationship is not going very well. Those that make more positive, approving comments ought to be in a good relationship at the time too. I will leave it to you to investigate and examine things for yourself. I don’t doubt you will find plenty of exceptions along the way. That is to be expected in matters like this.

My good friend who is invariably encouraging, told me that he has been suffering from a bout of labyrinthitis. I told him that I had had that too. At the end of the conversation, he said, “me having it was good”. By that he meant, not good that I had suffered the same, but good that I could relate and understand how awful it can be.

(Basically, your head does not stop spinning. You can’t walk in a straight line. Akin to being drunk all the time, sometimes very emetic. (throwing up)). We have been in the same boat and understood one another.

I mentioned elsewhere that some are drawn to crime novels and crime dramas on TV, potentially because reading/watching them makes them feel better. Seeing others suffer is a form of catharsis. We are not alone. Others had it much worse. Others are feeling pain too.

Is it jealousy, wanting the people we mingle with to stay in the same boat? I am not sure it is jealousy as such. Maybe we feel left aside. Moving on. Moving away. Less contact. Less connection henceforth. Left out. Less important. End of an era.

Does it feel better to be alone, the only person in the airport when your flight is cancelled. Or would you feel better if there were others there too. Others that have the same problem? Is it more likely to be sorted if lots are demanding action.

Same boat. Togetherness.