There are no joyous feelings whatsoever associated with reading the inevitable spread of diseases, mass killings, cultural difference, and political shenanigans.
All of the above feels like practice. Practice for what? I don’t know. It doesn’t make happy or productive to think about it.
It’s almost shameful to say: “But I like to make friends and fit in.” Is that wrong?
When you’re never handsome, or hot, or a stud; but instead, pretty, beautiful, or gorgeous.
Being told you made someone’s day.
Men might think we cry far too often, but there’s always a reason, even if it is slightly irrational. This is when we use the PMS excuse, even if we know we’re not PMSing.
We as a species are always in a rush for the next big thing and finding what we can do next.
One of the hardest things to admit is when we’re not happy.
March 20, 2015 is International Day Of Happiness! A smile is contagious, spread the joy!
The car started to skid and swerve and we couldn’t stop. It was all my fault.