When everything goes well, we feel bored (and by we, I mean the average singleton living in the city, who earns reasonably decent and is well, single). When a crisis springs up, we have something to chew on and self-pity dissipates into thin air.
Maybe a good crisis is a quick-fix for that phase when we have no worries, and hence, ‘think too much’. Only thing is, once it blows over, there’s a possibility that we will feel a bit of a void.
