With no loving in our souls, no money in our coats

I always tell people that in order to know happiness, we need to understand pain and suffering. To be content is a substitute, but it's not the real thing. My family has an issue with me on whether watching films make me happy or just leave me content. They consider it a brain numbing drug. I consider it a chance to step into another person's place and experience the drama and the pain. I have an addiction to movies with intense scenes. Living in such a dry ordinary setting, I feel a bit hollow. Those intense scenes let me delve into a person's mind who is probably thinking How do I survive? What if I die?, instead of I need to be successful.





I'd rather be Ed Norton with the IKEA products, but savings lives and possibly humanity seems less depressing. And not as boring.

When it comes to relationships, do people prefer passion (with happiness/suffering) or contentment? When I read Mrs. Dalloway, I could understand her indecision. She is content being with this one man, but is frustrated as well. It's hard to decipher which is better.