Happiness

Is happiness the opposite of sadness? If I am not sad, then am I happy?

Hobbies. Hobbies make people happy. Keeping busy is a way to avoid "those thoughts". From personal experience it is true, when I am busy worrying about the mundane details, I rarely bother to question the significance of those things or the soundness of my emotional state. But is that something to aspire to?

Certainly achieving this happiness must take work, but must it also take consistent, never-ending investment to maintain such a state?

I would love to hear how you've built and keep up your happiness, or how you plan to do so, or why you don't plan on doing so.

Thanks.

The disappointing conclusion you've all been waiting for

At least it doesn't coincide with the season premiere of lost or whatever led to the rescheduling of the state of the union.

STRANGE DAME, PART II.

Last time we left off with the curiously peculiar creature of the female form comfortably and obliviously reading on the train while committing a crime ( giving up your seat is not only polite, it is THE LAW!).

Where was she going? Uptown, sure, but that's where I live... Maybe she's that new neighbor I haven't met! I started fantasizing that she lived just under me, then I could uncover her mystery and she would have no power over me. I could welcome her to the building and thank her for the pleasant subway ride by dropping some pots and pans on the floor as I leave for work at 7am. Alas, my stop had arrived and she did not move. Neither did I.

I tend to practice subtle people-gazing, nothing that could be interpreted as staring - confrontational, amorous or otherwise. In this case, however, my attention was quite obviously focused on the pretty ugly pretty one. Yet this time my violation of social conduct went unnoticed. I hypothesized about the boundaries I could push before she disengaged with her book and engaged with my face. I started to move closer as her eyes moved left and right and down the page at superhuman speeds. Captivated by her captivation by the book I inched closer to get a better look or perhaps even say hello.

"Last stop. This is the last stop. Please exit the train." She stood up, walked across the platform to the downtown track. As I searched my pockets for something I could pretend to think she dropped, the doors closed and she was rushed in the opposite direction by the express train. Strange dame.

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The best is yet to come.