Almost all my students answered no. When I asked why, they said things like "Would you know you were happy if you were never sad?" "Would you be able to detect a threat?" "Wouldn't you get bored?" One student said, "I think what you're describing is called 'heroin'."
All good points. The type of happiness we can seek on demand, the type of happiness the machine dispenses, is called "hedonic happiness". It makes us happy in bursts, much like heroin sends the taker into short-term bliss. Hedonic happiness is short-term and can become addictive. Things like compulsive shopping and other addictions (including the aforementioned heroin) result from a perfect storm of complications in life, including the compulsion to self-medicate with happiness. Who wouldn't be tempted if their life started to spiral out of control?
I have two characters in two different books, Allan Chang and Ichirou Shimizu, who both fight the lure of perpetual hedonic happiness. Is it a coincidence that both are Asian? That might be just because I think Asian men are underrepresented in literature and demoted as sidekicks or comic relief. It could also be because I think Asian men are cute, as evidenced bythis photo:
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| This is my husband, Richard Leach-Steffens, and I. He's your typical Asian-German mix, brought to you by living in the USA. |
It's interesting, however, that Asian cultures emphasize balance and harmony, because the hedonic treadmill (represented by heroin for Allan and by a fantasy world for Ichirou) is counter to the values of an Asian society. Yet that harmony is broken for both -- Ichirou by a hidden talent and the pressures of being young in contemporary Japan (see hikikomori), Allan by an abusive family situation. I set up the balance/imbalance dichotomy accidentally, but I love the results.
This is the kind of stuff I mean when I say I put the things I know into my books. I don't want someone well-balanced with no difficulties to be the addict, because research shows that happy rats don't do smack, but the stressed-out ones do. And people don't escape if where they're at is just fine. (I'm not talking about the later stages of addiction, when the behavior becomes the life -- just why some people can take drugs and quit, and others can't.)
By the way, I wouldn't hook up to the happy machine either. Being at the same level of happiness all the time doesn't make for good writing.
