(This is my definition of happiness.)
I seem to write a lot about happy people, and how they annoy me. It’s not that I’m not happy – I am. I just don’t see the need to be overtly happy to the point that it is annoying to everyone in one’s vicinity. Okay, annoying to me. I know people – a person – that are very happy. But not in a subtle way. It’s almost offensive, this happiness. It’s so in your face, so desperately happy that it borders on fake, that it actually makes me more negative as a result. I get that you enjoy your life. That’s amazing, and I am very happy for you. But please don’t feel the need to talk to me all the time about how amazing the sun is, or sing to yourself as you bask in your happiness. Because there are some of us that don’t appreciate it, and some of us that actually prefer sarcasm and cynicism (CD and I had this discussion today, and we both agree that it’s much more effective in life). It’s not because we’re unhappy – I’m actually able to be sarcastic and cynical BECAUSE I’m happy. I can see the bad in things and twist it into something funny. And I can make fun of myself. Which I think is hilarious (and if you don’t, then suck it). But maybe my problem is that I act super cheery sometimes when I first meet new people, so they’re super cheerful, and they think that’s the real me. And they’re ACTUALLY really cheery and think they’ve found a kindred spirit. But they haven’t. And it’s exhausting trying to keep that façade up. I was in an overly good mood that day, okay? It doesn’t happen often. It’s just…if you’re always cheerful, chances are that you’re annoying someone. Keep it to yourself. And stop singing when there’s no music. Thanks.
Love
(If you feel as though you might throw up after looking at this picture, it's okay. I understand. Let us feel sick together.)
I’ve heard great things about it. It’s wonderful. Or so people say. (Apparently I’m more cynical than usual tonight). And like…I get it. I get how amazing it would be to have someone that will love you forever, unconditionally, without judgement. Like in Twilight. Edward really loves Bella, and it’s super sweet and we all wish that we will one day find that type of love (if it really exists). Look, I’m not a stranger to the love thing. And it’s great. I guess. But like…MUST all you loved up couples show it in public? You don’t need to touch constantly. You don’t even need to be near each other all the time. They know you’re there. Unless you’re going to high five them for an awesome joke, stroke their hair/arm like the other couple is doing in an effort to make fun of them and make that couple feel awkward, or touch them in a way that gives a little prelude to what’s going to go down later that night, just don’t. It’s weird for all the other people around (and I have people that think similarly to back me up – thanks Rio). It’s especially weird for those with relationship issues. So just…stop it.
And on that happy note, I’m signing off. I have some romantic comedies to watch.
Love,
Bella
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