Jun 22, 2007 13:22
"Well, she makes me happy." He said.
"She makes you happy? Happiness is a pleasant color scheme. Happiness is a delicious hamburger. Happiness is nice weather, being drunk, and getting to sleep in late. Happiness comes and goes as it pleases, without any conference with the involved parties. It's the most instable nonsubstance, created by entirely concrete substances. Happiness is a sly bastard."
He paused before answering. "I don't really see what's so bad about all that."
"That's happiness' biggest problem: it's really not all that bad. Which is why it can't be trusted most of the time."
"Whatever, I don't get it. She makes me happy. I'm happy. We're happy. Everything's great."
"Alright, have it your way then. I'm gonna go smoke. Do you believe in smoking cigarettes?"
"No, that's disgusting. Those are going to kill you someday."
"Yeah, I know. But they make me happy."
And then she got up and walked away.