happiness is...

Strangely missing from the day to day world is the sound of laughter. Anymore it's full of reasons to run screaming or contemplate taking up suicidal martial arts that involve sharp pointy instruments and blood-curdling screams as you attack whomever has pissed you off.

I think I need to find a new hobby. Keeping those blades sharp is tough.

Beyond that, things have changed. The world did not end when these things changed, but rather it keeps turning. Frustrating and calming at the same time.

My desires are put on hold, yet-fucking-again.

My opinions and thoughts do not matter in these decisions, so I'm left holding the bill for something I did not order and I'm told I have to be happy with it.

You know what? I don't work that way.

When I'm second-guessing myself, something is wrong. The ache in my gut tells me so long before the fire-alarm goes off. So when I don't listen, when I'm told to be quiet, when the majority rule decrees what is best and I'm sent to the corner to think about what I've said, that's when it's time for me to leave anyway.