That's Funny I Don't Feel 'Happy'
I found out the other day that you could buy a certain mood. The television told me to go out and buy this item to feel better about myself.
It's an endless destination to try and find a "happy" medium. I've always asked why I should. I usually get the same answer: "just live life to your best ability". Great liberal approach to life, but that philosophy doesn't even amount to a grain of salt in my world.
Worry seems to be the most efficient element in my life. I have to worry about making money to eat, slaving my life away to have a beneficial sort-of-shell-like-life.
There's always a creative blook in my life. I don't even write as much as I used too.
Why do people tend to say they've figured me out, when they can hardly understand my point-of-view? They tell me all the neat little tidbits about what I need to do to progress in life and enjoy it. Lovely. I consider progress a huge gelatin popsicle slowly inserted into my rectum.
Let me ask you the question that I pose towards others: "What does 'happiness' feel like? What does it taste like? What does it smell like? What does it look like? What does it sound like? What comfort does it give you? Who or What gave you this feeling? It is a feeling, right?"
I have failed at being happy.
I found out the other day that you could buy a certain mood. The television told me to go out and buy this item to feel better about myself.
It's an endless destination to try and find a "happy" medium. I've always asked why I should. I usually get the same answer: "just live life to your best ability". Great liberal approach to life, but that philosophy doesn't even amount to a grain of salt in my world.
Worry seems to be the most efficient element in my life. I have to worry about making money to eat, slaving my life away to have a beneficial sort-of-shell-like-life.
There's always a creative blook in my life. I don't even write as much as I used too.
Why do people tend to say they've figured me out, when they can hardly understand my point-of-view? They tell me all the neat little tidbits about what I need to do to progress in life and enjoy it. Lovely. I consider progress a huge gelatin popsicle slowly inserted into my rectum.
Let me ask you the question that I pose towards others: "What does 'happiness' feel like? What does it taste like? What does it smell like? What does it look like? What does it sound like? What comfort does it give you? Who or What gave you this feeling? It is a feeling, right?"
I have failed at being happy.