hits and misses

Misery loves company. an old man's drunk babble.
Heard it first from the band Soul Asylum. 
I have always loved the build-up in the chorus.
A nostagia hit.
Never understood it until now.

There are people addicted to sadness, according to Billy Corgan.
Labels are not advisable, but indulge me when I say artists are usually
the saddest people in the world.
Hurt makes good art.
Good art doesn't necessarily sells, but it leaves a mark.
and maybe wins you a Winona Ryder on your side.

But what if you got the Ben Gibbard syndrome and tried to encapsulate happiness
in one package, go where Codes and Keys failed?

Failure is a probability. Some things need not to be proclaimed to the whole world.
You just let your glow speak for itself.

And it goes back to Dave Pirner's sage-like lyric in the first paragraph.
what if your friends doesn't want that glow to blanket their space because it's blinding them?

Will you adjust to fit their idea of gloom?
Is it acceptable to wallow in bitterness because they seem to distant themselves
suddenly even during times when you need them there?
Do you change your concept of friendship from then on?

Are they even friends to begin with?