The Fickleness Of Happiness
Ah, happiness. You can be trucking along, happy as a pig in ...stuff. Then, next minute, something bad happens and suddenly you switch into misery.
But there’s pretty standard really. Happiness has its levels. And you can't be happy too long before people start wondering what you're on. Or, if you're really a bit weird in the head.
Truth to say, Life is hard. It's not always beer and skittles (not that I've ever played skittles whilst having a beer. Heck, I don't even drink beer. And, I could safely say I have probably the worst collection of skittles of anyone on the planet. Because I never collected them! But stay with me if you want to know deeper states of contentment and 'Ohm' stuff like that.
Now, if you’ve come from the idea that being happy means keeping a smile on your face, then you're knackered already. Because smiling all the time is a sickness. You get treatment for that.
Happiness has got to be on the inside. Not in your gizzards and things. But in your mind.
If that sounds too guru for you, think of this: you can't be contented in life just through pulling your lips apart and flashing your tusks every time someone comes into the room. That's about as shallow as a inflatable toddler's pool, leaking on the lawn. Nor, does it cut the mustard (whatever that means).
When your happiness is anchored to things that mean something deeper than Mr Magoo reruns or bank ads, it's okay to feel like an unwashed sheet. At least now and then. Because Life will always have its ups, downs, and in betweens. And, as every launderer knows... sheets happen.