Content...ism.

In my life, at this very moment, I can honestly say I'm happy. I'm not an extremely stressed person. When something that stresses the average person comes up, I honestly think about the worst possible scenerio and go "eh, that's not so bad." I haven't always been this way, that's how I know it's completely true.

However, I do get extremely annoyed. That's one of the things that comes between me and my happiness. And it's stupid little things that irritate me. Inconsiderate people. Blatant annoyance. Stupidity. Encouraged stupidity. Shit like that. When these things come between me and my happiness, I quickly go from being annoyed to being angry. Ergo sadness...not joy.

On a slightly different subject, that will make its way back around to the original (I promise), I'm also not one who's out there looking for "the one" or "true love." I mean, if it comes around whatever, but to me looking for it is added stress that I choose not to deal with. I know, because I've dealt with the added stress. However, I get annoyed at the crowd I attract. It's like the universe is saying, "Oh, you're not going to give a shit about your love life? Fine, we're going to mess with you," and then that universe sends all these painful relationship-like things my way, completely killing my happiness buzz with it's pure, unadulterated botheration. Therefore, I'm in a pickle. And not the good kind that's currently in my mouth...which would be the vinegar-soaked cucumber kind.

Nevertheless, I am otherwise happy, and shall no longer complain...except for this quick comment on how work was Hell today.



I giggled upon seeing this picture.

I heart life.