I think most people will agree that being happy is the be all and end all of life, most of us strive for those little things that help us on that road to divine satisfaction, like holding your new born child for the first time, marrying the person you love or even saying hello to a friend you haven’t spoken to in years, we would all love those things right? of course.
No, happiness is a burden, it gets in the way when you want to be alone…..
It skips along merrily towards you with enthusiasm, hoping to fill your day with unimaginable joy. No, happiness is a guy named Trevor who builds train sets at the weekend and religiously watches CSI, sitting next to you on your lunch break trying to make you feel better about your wife divorcing you……
Happiness is a 20 something woman with bee sting tits drinking over priced ‘straight from the fruit’ orange juice listening to classical music in a french cafe whilst looking at you intently as you stroll by holding a carrier bag full of cheap booze and a copy of razzle under your arm.
Happiness is a smug chisel jawed tosser that sneers at you as he drives past in his Bentley…..he’s happy, your not and never will be because……
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