Have you ever seen those people…they actually weird me out…that can be sitting at a restaurant table, and will suddenly get up to dance (stone-sober) because the music came on? Or those people that can go to a function like a picnic or pool party and actually have a good time (stone-sober), instead of just pretending to? You know those people I’m talking about…they’re, for lack of a better word, h-a-p-p-y. I just do not understand happy people at all.

I don’t want you to think I’m sad or negative in my normal state of existence. Quite the opposite actually…I’m little-miss-positive-sunshine-fun-loving-party-girl. But in my core, I never really feel that curious emotion of “happiness” that others mysteriously speak of. It’s not that I’m not “happy” with my life, because I am…incredibly so, but I think there are two kinds of happy; one being an emotion and one being a consensus. I have the latter down, but it just so happens that every-day-life is not enough excitement to trigger my emotional-happy-meter. Sorry, that’s just how I roll. It sounds terrible, I know. Her poor husband! Her poor children!