Everyday in The Ancient World, my humanities course, our professor asks us questions. "What is Justice? Was that Just? What about Ethics? What is the difference between Ethics and Morals?" and so on. Today, Joe Green* asked us "Who in this room is HAPPY?"
Naturally, I raised my hand. It was instinctive. I raised my hand without even thinking about it.
Why did I do that? I spend so much time complaining, or thinking about things that bother me that it's almost all consuming. This morning I showered and my thoughts revolved around how much I dislike the word "blogosphere." And how much I dislike words the national media comes up with in the first place actually. (Generation O, prequel, islamophobia, islamic terrorism, etc.) Point being, I didn't realize I consider myself to be a happy person.
But I guess I do.
weird.
*who also has a lisp, which can be humorous at times, not going to lie
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