Happy is a funny little thing. It usually only shows up when good things happen. Why is that? Why can't we be happy when life is falling apart too?
"What? You just totaled your car and your dog died after you spent $3000 on getting rid of his worms?"
"Yeah, isn't that awesome! I'm so happy!!!"
See, now wouldn't that be easier?
But no ... crappy things happen and we fall apart. We drown in sorrow and wallow in it for weeks on end. I'm pretty sure the happy get's eaten by a big ugly monster with four eyes and only three teeth.
It's true, I'm pretty sure I spotted him yesterday. He's blue. With purple spots. And green fingernails.
I swear ... I really saw him.
Well regardless, he ate my happy. Here I was on my "I hugged Patty Duke" high and he started munching away on my euphoria. That dick!
I refuse to let him win. I'm going to go ahead and start up a hunting team. Wanna join?
