If the sort of problem one is having with remaining cheerful, can be solved by applying the wisdom of anything that could be described as a "fitness
whale", as part of a smartphone app linked to a bit of chinese nonsense on ones wrist, then I would suggest that ones problem is... how can I put
Lets say theres a fellow on a park bench, weeping into his coffee, wearing a good suit, and in possession of all his limbs, faculties, a valid
driving licence and a home to go to, OK? Now, right next to him is a fellow who is smiling inanely, has no coffee, chapped lips, a mishmash of rags
covered in encrusted stains, is missing a leg, and has not had either a driving licence nor a home to go to for twenty years.
One of these people MAY be considered to have a serious problem in thier lives, and one of them may just need to suck it up, grow a proverbial pair
of non-gender specific gonads, and get on with it. Obviously, suit and coffee guy is not having a nice day, but whatever is upsetting him cannot be
all that terrible, because no matter how hard it gets, he can go home, have a shower, a better cup of coffee, watch a movie, call a friend, or if its
getting really bad, call a psychotherapist of good standing, and get some real help. The whole time, "fitness whale" has been on at him about herbal
tea's, the importance of good blood flow, and making sure to call ones parents occassionally.
Whereas, homeless, one legged ragamuffin guy, is clearly unable to self help his way to genuine happiness. He cannot clean up, has no where to do so
for a start, nor money with which to pay for a place to do those things. He may also be dehydrated, and probably has an infection in the stump of his
missing limb, which, had anyone cared to ask, is a fresh wound he recieved less than twenty hours ago. The immune response of his body has short
circuited his brain, caused hallucinations, which due to the nature of ones normal reaction to a pixie falling off a vibrating toadstool, has caused
him to grin inanely. I know what "fitness whale" would tell this guy. It would be something along the lines of "How did I get into YOUR pocket? This
isnt right, I am calling the Police!"
This is a gadget for people who wouldnt know a real problem if it jumped them in an alley, and looked right into thier eyes as it strangled them to
death with thier own shoelaces.
edit on 12-6-2013 by TrueBrit because: added punctuation, because the lack of it was ruining the "energy flow"
of the words... my god... I feel sick...