Thinking Happy Thoughts
Between re-reading the Harry Potter books (for various boredome-related reasons) and random introspective thoughts, I came to the subject of Patronuses, and the happy thoughts that produce them. Now I'm sure lots of people have given a great deal of thought to what animal their hypothetical patronus would take. (I think mine might be some kind of monkey.) But I wonder how many people ever stopped to think what their super-awesome-happy thought would be. And I took a moment to try to think of mine.
And I was stumped. And then immediately downhearted.
I cannot think of a single moment or day in my life when I was just unbelievably, outrageously happy. Which isn't to say I didn't have those moments, but the point is that I can't think of any. I don't clearly remember any of them. There was just a general mild fluxuation of good days and bad days, good moments and lousy ones. My upbringing was predominantly a happy one. Perhaps it is too difficult to find a brilliant sunburst in a sea of twinkling stars. Do too many happy times lessen the impact of a REALLY happy time? I remember some truly bad days, and some truly bad moments, often associated with headaches or my mother. But if a dementor descended upon me right this second and began to suck the happiness from my soul, I could not summon a single wonderful memory clearly to my mind with which to summon my simian patronus. Not a single memory in which I was blissfully, uncomplicatedly bursting with joy.
Can you?
And if so, what is your happiest memory?
And I was stumped. And then immediately downhearted.
I cannot think of a single moment or day in my life when I was just unbelievably, outrageously happy. Which isn't to say I didn't have those moments, but the point is that I can't think of any. I don't clearly remember any of them. There was just a general mild fluxuation of good days and bad days, good moments and lousy ones. My upbringing was predominantly a happy one. Perhaps it is too difficult to find a brilliant sunburst in a sea of twinkling stars. Do too many happy times lessen the impact of a REALLY happy time? I remember some truly bad days, and some truly bad moments, often associated with headaches or my mother. But if a dementor descended upon me right this second and began to suck the happiness from my soul, I could not summon a single wonderful memory clearly to my mind with which to summon my simian patronus. Not a single memory in which I was blissfully, uncomplicatedly bursting with joy.
Can you?
And if so, what is your happiest memory?