Sometimes at odds with the value of being constantly present. It's really only a matter of whether or not you have a nice place to go to. Happiness as the drug of choice. You get high on your constant ability to choose to be happy. If done correctly, it can be the right kind of madness. Rarely done correctly. Mostly ostriches putting their heads in sand. Difficult to place blame though. Ultimately, as in Infinite Jest, "it is simply more pleasant to be happy than to be pissed off."
Difficult to make a case against pleasantness. But I think I know a guy or two that did. Only the idea is that you go through so much unpleasantness so as to achieve the right kind of madness.