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Hmm, my entries so far have mostly been bitching and whining about how sucky life is, and complaining about womenfolk.
DO NOT BE FOOLED. Life is pretty good. I am developing bipolar disorder or something, because I spend as much time feeling depressed and cynical (with the occasional nadir) as I do on top of the world. My moods are like a sine wave, with an occasional asymptote thrown in inexplicably. Maybe y(t)=sin(t) + 0.25, rather, because I spend more time happy than depressed.
See, the thing is that I just don't write about being happy very often, because it's so sublime and all-encompassing that I have trouble putting it in words. When I do, I can never do it at length. It's hard to serve real happiness with language, it's impossible, and the closest approximation you can hope for is through brevity.
But today I was happy. It was snowing outside - and there's enough snow and a lack of traffic to ensure everything I see has a gorgeous, even white coating. And I could see snowflakes moving in the streetlight's glow, and the hill is gorgeous from out my window. I laid on my bed and stared at it for a while. And you know, life's just getting better. Getting better all the time.
DO NOT BE FOOLED. Life is pretty good. I am developing bipolar disorder or something, because I spend as much time feeling depressed and cynical (with the occasional nadir) as I do on top of the world. My moods are like a sine wave, with an occasional asymptote thrown in inexplicably. Maybe y(t)=sin(t) + 0.25, rather, because I spend more time happy than depressed.
See, the thing is that I just don't write about being happy very often, because it's so sublime and all-encompassing that I have trouble putting it in words. When I do, I can never do it at length. It's hard to serve real happiness with language, it's impossible, and the closest approximation you can hope for is through brevity.
But today I was happy. It was snowing outside - and there's enough snow and a lack of traffic to ensure everything I see has a gorgeous, even white coating. And I could see snowflakes moving in the streetlight's glow, and the hill is gorgeous from out my window. I laid on my bed and stared at it for a while. And you know, life's just getting better. Getting better all the time.