The Guilt Tax on Happiness
I ate an expensive dinner last week while scrolling through news about famine. The pasta was perfect. I felt terrible about enjoying it. This guilt seems reasonable at first. People are suffering. I’m having fun. How can that be okay? But here’s the thing: my misery doesn’t reduce anyone else’s suffering. If I hate my pasta, no one gets fed. If I skip the dinner entirely and donate that money, maybe someone benefits....