— I can't eat, Grandpa.
— What's the matter, you sick?
— Yeah. Lovesick.
— I feel like someone grabbed my small intestine, pulled it out of my mouth... and tied it around my neck.
— Cookie?
— How you feeling?
— About as good as you look. Jeez, you look like... Lex Luthor.
— Oh, that's a bit of a reach. I'm interrupting. I feel badly. What are you drinking?
— Bad.
— Bad? Sorry?
— You feel bad.
— Bad?
— "Badly" is an adverb. To say you feel badly says that the mechanism which allows you to feel is broken.
So, you can bullshit yourself into all kinds of emotional states, you can somehow crank up some well-being for yourself, but the problem is, it doesn’t last. The weather could bring it down. The stock market could make it come crashing down. And even if it does not collapse, living in anticipation that it might is bad enough! The impending possibility that it will fall apart one day is torture—often worse than the actual disaster