What makes life more fun?

Random spontaneous moments of creative energy, with elements of light-heartedness and singing. Yet, why do we still become enmeshed in other kinds of feelings? Maybe because they don't feel so dense at first. But are they really satisfactory? I got this sort of feeling after a brief stint of TV watching last night, 'cause me and the people I watched American Idol with thought that Paula Abdul just came off as being kinda jealous of Syesha.