Misery is this friend you wanna cradle when things get incredibly monotonic and bland. It’s that comfortable feeling that offers you a drink when it’s obvious your efforts is going nowhere. And you sink into it too much, more than you really should. It ironically give you some sort of weird happiness. Like that tingling feeling you get from dark humor.
Misery gives you this validation of your ‘so-so’ state. You could tell off achievers or incredibly hot & beautiful people to kiss your ass because you are lucidly satisfied with Misery’s company. This lazy, slow paced, bleak & ‘i don’t know what to do’ thing is kinda OK to you. You’re OK.. You’re kinda OK.
Misery’s with you so.. Why not? You’re good.