Told a friend yesterday: happiness is overrated.
I just found out that what I really wanted was just old mundane-routine boring, normal, “ordinary” things.
I just want my day to be boringly predictable.
But maybe the problem is, ‘normal’ is becoming more of a rare commodity.
I see more and more people are increasingly obsessed with being happy–whatever that means.
I’m beginning to wonder: is there a place for people like me?
people who wants to treat happiness the way they treat a three-dollar piece of cake from a café.
I want cake.
But it’s not like I want it to be something I have to have daily.
So believe me, I was as surprised as a kitty in a bath tub when I said to myself,”Lega. ‘Happy’-nya udahan.”*)
I hope that’s not something out of the ordinary.
Not That Happy Yet
*) “(I’m) relieved. The ‘happy’ is over (now).”
PS: I’m not sure about what kitties actually do in a bath tub