How much does having a meaningful purpose contribute to having a good, happy life? Can someone be happy without a purpose? Or have a purpose, but not be happy?

To turn them around how, exactly? From being depressed into being an assaulter? Not a great way to turn things around, I'd say!After the Silver fish kisses the Pout-Pout fish, his life seems much better. Do you think it is because he’s feeling happy or because he has a new purpose in making others feel better by kissing them? We borrowed this from the library and have read it a few times now. My 15-month-old loves "Blub, Bluuub, Bluuuuuuub" and the illustrations, but I struggle with the issues of consent and Mr. Fish's friends' unwillingness to accept him for who he is. Also, it took me several reads to figure out the rhythm of the ending, and I say that as a professional musician. I understand now what the author wants from the reader, but it really bothers me. It's essentially missing half a phrase, so it feels abrupt and takes (me and) my son by surprise every time. This book has more words than some of my other board books, but it went really fast today when my dad read it to the tune of the boogie woogie bugle boy from company-b. *** Spoilers ahead*** At the end my dad reminded me that I should never let romantic interest turn my world upside down or value my own worth through the eyes of others. After that discussion, my mom, who was busy making an elaborate dinner, asked if we had read the consent warning so we read that part too.

Questions for Philosophical Discussion » Summary The Pout-Pout Fish is a story about happinness and the role of purpose in making a life meaningful. A little fish is sad. His friends bully him for it by telling him that his frown is unattractive and he's being a downer - that he should just smile and have hope instead. Then a female fish he's never met before comes along, kisses him, and swims away. Suddenly, he's happy and goes around kissing everyone he sees. The final line, presented as if the moral, is: "Sometimes a kiss is all it takes to turn things around." My dad and I finished this book for the for the first time today. We read it because it was kind of a pout pout day. My interest in the book was originally to see other expressions of the pouty lips my dad and I practice when we do our “mirror face” routine (that’s when my dad and I look in the mirror and practice making faces at each other like raised eye brows, pouty lips, and our side eyes). Sometimes it’s easier for my dad to make the expressions because he drools less than me, but I think drooling amplifies my pouty lip. What does the Pout-Pout fish do after the Silver fish kisses him? Why might that make him feel better? Do you think the Silver fish should have asked the Pout-Pout fish before they kissed?

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Why do the other sea creatures want the pout pout fish to be happy? Is it okay for them to want this? How do you think this makes Mr. Fish feel? Anyone who's had the misfortune of dealing with depression knows how this goes. Selfish and/or ignorant jerks who claim to care about you tell you to just smile, as if the expression on your face will magically fix the sadness in your mind. They complain that you're 'sulking' and point out how unappealing your sadness is as if they can shame you into faking a smile until it becomes real.

Now, I will give credit that this doesn't make him any happier. But this isn't a story about having reasonable compassion or helping friends who are struggling or not saying hurtful things to people who are sad. No, see, it's about how apparently all this little 'pout-pout fish' needs is to be kissed and discover he was actually a 'kiss-kiss fish' all along, unaware he just needed to share joy by kissing everyone instead of pouting all day.Wow, so... I don't even know how to articulate how much I hate the message of this book. I wouldn't let it near any child I cared about, unless they were too young to understand the words. And even then, I'd be hesitant because it portrays a fish being very sad and his so-called friends making him feel worse about it then a whole bunch of random kissing. My friends,” says Mr. Fish, “I should have known it all along. I thought that I was pouty, but it turns out I was wrong. I’m a kiss-kiss fish…” Thank goodness for other reviewers. I bought the book, and it is now a favorite for 9 month old Sammy. It's equally useful for any gender, with no assumptions made.