Happiness Cont.

Thanks Budgie!

I know exactly what your talking about.

With regards to me and my perceived external grumpiness... if nothing is done about it; it will never change... you know?

it was strange... I was at the capital ex, stopped by all the trade shows to see whats new and exciting.

I found a gillette booth where they shave your face, all you have to do is sign up and fill out a waiver.

So I'm sitting in this little trailer and this chicka is shaving me. I couldn't stop giggling. I started playing with the 2 man audience, we were playing trivia games and getting all yelly and rowdy. Before she was done shaving me; the hall was full of people stopping to view the spectical.

I think all the faces in the audience were unhappy. That they saw someone who was happy and didn't know what to do... other than stand and stare.

Maybe hoping that they could get a little waft of what was funny or causing such excitement; so they could share in it as well.

I think that maybe most people want to be happy... they just need a reason. Someone other than themself they can blame for this strangely good feeling.

Maybe we could play; you out there (my blog audience) and I. Try to plant 1 happiness seed and see what happens. Not really go out of your way to be happy, but share with 1 person the fact that you are happy.

I think soemthing strange could happen.

Happiness

Its a very strange thing; and I'm not too sure what to do about it.

I've noticed an alarming trend, that the majority of my friends aren't happy.

And trying to help them all; or even one or two of them and I tip into unhappy land myself.

Very disgruntling.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to empty myself trying... or if I should bunker down and save whatever happiness I have for myself.

Thoughts?

Virgins

Interestingly enough...

I saw a girl the other day and noticed something about the texture of the air around her.

After driving away; I knew instinctually that that girl was a virgin.

It was very strange. Something new to look for in my watching of people; to confirm my senses.

Smashingly interesting

So I smashed my thumb pretty good today.

And I learned something rather neat.

That when you mash that thumbnail really good; not only does it bruise under the nail; that bruise can carry through right to the other side as well.

Anamalistic tendancies

Ok; so I come back from the field and I'm ... different.

Very un-like the me that I am after being in town for a while.

Who is this stranger?

I've found out that its actually me. The me thats un-diluted by others.

Strange; to finally find someone you can see in the mirror.

I posed a challenge to a friend of mine. To assist me to become that me more often.

Its strange, for me to have a goal; but no real good ideas on how to achieve that goal.

And yeah; I know, I don't really want to step backwards to who I was (and found no use for) but I would very much like to become that me again, mainly because I ran away from him; and running is never acceptable.

Folding up of a personality and putting it into the closet, a drawer or the garbage - acceptable.

Running away from who you are; no matter the reason - not acceptable.

Thusly; tonights challenge.