The Happiness Project

[gnimmel]

I'm interested in happiness.
I mean, everyone is, I guess[1]. But I've been reading discussions like this, and this, and this. And I was thinking about the cheese and pickled onion sandwich.

The thing about the cheese and pickled onion sandwich is this: provided it is the right cheese and pickled onion sandwich (that is to say one with crispy

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[ashfae]

Actually, here's another one. Chris and I had only been dating for a month or a bit more, and I was both smitten as all heck and somewhat wary because what in the hell did I know about dating or anything. It was late at night and we were waiting for my train and killing time in a rather loud bar, because it was warmer in there and we were thirsty. Couldn't hear a thing over the music. Chris was a little tipsy and I was glad to be off my feet and we were just moving from the painfully shy and awkward stage to being more comfortable with each other.

He started finger breakdancing to the music. I don't really know how to describe this; he pretended his fingers were breakdancing. It was incredibly silly. I hadn't known until that point that he could be silly, and my own tendency towards the absurd and whimsical was something I'd been trained over the years to hide during affairs of the heart (it could be shared with friends, but clearly was not compatible with romance). And this was the most amazing revelation, that love could be silly, that it didn't have to be True and Eternal and Serious and all that other stuff, that instead it could be fun.

Best epiphany ever. =)

[elettaria]

Oh hell yes. ghost_of_a_flea and I are madly, outrageously, insanely silly together, and it is pure bliss. I never used to think that romance could be prancing about wearing nothing but a silly hat. That hat has meaning, I tell you. It's a very cheap version of one of those hats with earflaps (we later saw it being sold in Edinburgh Bargain Stores for £2.99) which a relative had given him for Christmas. He refused to try it on until I said, "I'm not looking at you until you put on the hat," at which point he came into the room wearing the hat and the most hunted expression I've ever seen. It was ghastly on him. However, we discovered that it's rather cute on me, and it turned into a running joke. If he needs cheering up, I'll put on The Hat and do a little dance. (I can't dance to save my life, I just stand there and wiggle, really.)