Bed Mates

Unhappiness, apparently has become my new bed mate. I wake up each morning to stare it in the face, shove it aside and get up. put on my clothes walk out the door and head to school. When I get to class it's waiting for me, it looks up expectantly, I don't sit by it. It follows me throughout the day even when i think I've lost it, i turn the corner and there it is waiting. It's always waiting. I go home and it's on the couch sitting right next my parents as the gaze at the tv or laptop screen. Somehow it always beats me home and there it is. I go to bed and by this time I'm too tired to shoo it away so i let it get in, under the covers and I feel it's cold embrace as I try warm myself with the thin blanket.

It cannot be said that happiness is something you get to keep once achieved, it is ever fleeting, always leaving but in it's place is always unhappiness ready and willing to take its place. Then there are days when you wake up and realize that somewhere in the night unhappiness crawled out of bed (or perhaps happiness pulled him out) and you wake up alone. You open the door and there is happiness waiting for you to start the day. That's the thing with happiness it's always ready for you and does not just impose itself on your life. She doesn't just crawl into bed with you she fixes her own hair and preoccupies herself and waits for you to be ready to embrace her.

23 Months

Flowers, Breaky at Dublin's and shopping = perfect day as long as it's with my baby.


Thank you to the Universe, thank you to God and Thank you to Rob for a total of 23 months (we're omitting that 4 month intermission) of happiness.

Problems with friends will always arise. Difficulties with the family will come and go. Even when the world seems to snowball on me and it's just one shit storm after another, I can at least take comfort in the knowledge that you are mine. We thought we could make it without one another but that is one thing I will always be happy to say I failed at. :)

Hector And The Search For Happiness

It is a mistake to think of happiness as a goal

Accessories

While looking through my facebook news feed today i was struck by pictures of guys with girls or girls with guys and i found myself viewing these people as people and their accessories. I have countless pictures of myself or friends taking pictures with random guys or other people at the club. People that have no relation to us, people we never speak to again. It seems like almost a contest who can get a picture with the hottest guy or girl, who can get the most pictures with random people. Have people, human beings become the hottest accessory?
Hand bags become passe and jewelry becomes merely the background to the fore-front object, some cute so and so on your arm. If people become accessories then what does that mean for human connection?