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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[shermarama]

I don't know if I'm thinking of the right sort of things but I can think of a few moments which have been made of nothing other than glee, about where I am and who I'm with and what we're doing, usually when I'm doing something that I know if I wrote it down would sound like a very strange thing to be doing. One was on a diving holiday in the Isles of Scilly last year. It was such a beautiful place generally, with masses of flowers and unusual succulents everywhere, and even more beautiful underwater, with walls covered in crazy neon jewel anenomes and seals coming and biting your fins. There is also basically no crime there; no-one uses bike locks, for example, because if you leave your bike somewhere, when you come back it will still be there. We'd got up and made our way to the boats for a morning dive and I realised I'd left my dive computer back at the house, which was about ten minutes' walk away, although longer in a drysuit, which tends to restrict your mobility a bit. Someone else on the trip had hired a bike, and said I could borrow it to make things quicker. So I cycled down to the house and back, wearing a drysuit, grinning at everyone I passed, because it was such a stupid thing to be doing but such a good reason to be doing it and such a nice place to be doing it in.