New research shows where the happiest and unhappiest cities in the United States are. Unsurprisingly, at the top of the unhappiest list are places like New York City, Detroit, Pittspurgh, and, God help them, Buffalo. But right there at “third most unhappy city in the country” is Louisville.
Now, I’m certainly not going to argue this result; the natives frequently seem to have a major problem with everybody they see, but what I don’t understand is why. True, the weather is not perfect, but it is nice at least six months out of the year, which beats a lot of other cities. Crime is low, and Louisville is scenic: lots of trees and hills and pretty bushes in people’s yards (at least during the summer months). There isn’t a lot of traffic, and it isn’t paved over with concrete (in spite of recent efforts by the municipal junta to do so).
It’s even more baffling when you notice that the same research shows Houston, home of green carcinogenic air, a daily sixteen hour long “rush hour”, tropical storms, oppressive humidity, flying cockroaches, and a landscape whose monotony is rivaled only by the Moon’s, comes in as the sixth happiest city in the country.
Perhaps it’s because, unlike Houston, few people in this town have every lived anywhere else, and they just don’t know how good they have it here. Or maybe some things just can’t be explained.