Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?

  The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this?   I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing.   Another…