First, I’d like to apologize for the name of this post. Particularly if you came here thinking this was going to be something completely different than what it actually is.
The internet is a total rabbit hole for me. I get an e-mail with a link and I follow that link which goes to a website that has another link and then something about that seems interesting and I spend 45 minutes browsing through that site when really I should be writing my novel or editing videos or doing laundry or picking the kids up from school or something.
This is how I ended up on the website of an Ivy League university contemplating getting a masters in applied positive psychology. Seriously contemplating it. However, this MAPP program would cost $47,006 in tuition and I would need to travel to Philadelphia once a month for a year. I would need some money to do this. So I dropped the idea and proceeded to watch the Llamas with hats video on youtube. Clearly, I am Ivy League material.
Later that evening I was watching a show called Wipeout. It’s an American version of one of those Japanese game shows in which people get hurt. Over and over again. Then it’s edited so that you get to watch the painful crotch blows and face plants in slow motion. Repeatedly. This is great fun to watch; it is the modern version of banana peel humor and it never fails. The whole family, from my eight-year-old daughter to my 62 year-old mother-in-law thought this was the funniest thing ever. EVER.
About fifteen minutes into the show I wondered aloud why the contestants would subject themselves to such painful public humiliation. My husband tells me ‘Oh, if they win they get $50,000.’ Lightbulb moment.
Though, I wonder if there is something wrong with using our natural human tendency to derive joy from other people’s suffering (Schadenfreude! an Ivy League word if ever there was one. I’m sure to get in!) in order to fund a masters program in applied positive psychology. I mean, would that hurt my chances of being accepted to the program? Hmm.