Despair must have become endemic to someone for him or her to be amused and patronizing toward a lack of cynicism or an outpouring of contentment. When the mere concept of innocence is a hilarious joke, and the enjoyment of life is a sign of immaturity, real despair is what remains. People in this state quite naturally fall into habits for dulling their minds and altering their moods. They don't pursue happiness; they dehumanize themselves to the bestial point at which happiness has a simpler, faker definition.
Who's escapist?
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