I just realized something…
It’s actually impossible to enjoy being miserable.
If you’re enjoying something, then you’re not miserable. You’re happy.
Regardless of what it is, and how much pain it brings you. If you’re some sort of masochistic creeper who get’s joy outta that stuff, it’s STILL impossible to enjoy being miserable… simply because you enjoy it.
I guess those people are the ones who are never miserable… unless they happiness makes them miserable… which, technically, is also impossible.
