happy pills

“Who says you can’t be happy all the time?” – That song by the Lighthouse Family should be adopted by the makers of the many happy pills on the market. I personally am trying to go off of the standard ways that I “cause” said happiness. I haven’t had a drink in a few days, have only been sneaking sweets when I need the taste for something interesting at the office. I’ve even been doing the 8 minute abs for 3 days straight *OUCH*. And I’ve made a bit of a personal promise to myself to clam up more often. Things have been happening around me that test the limits of my patience and tolerance and I realize that stirring up the shit won’t do anyone any good. Besides, I suppose the classical pessimist/optimist would say that if things all go to shit, at the least you’ll know that you were right and won’t be afraid to speak up next time.

Being single, when you don’t want to be, isn’t fun, but it’s also something that you can’t fix. Friends will say “I don’t know what’s wrong with the men around you,” or “I don’t know why you haven’t been snapped up.” It’s a game you can’t ever know the rules to, as they’ll change once you figure it out.

Now sitting here watching a particulary bland, though meant to be tittillating episode of Star Trek: Enterprise (with yet another ‘human morals are the most proper in the universe subplot’). Which apparently will be followed by an equally dull Twilight Zone, even if it is going to be a retelling of one of my more favorite classic episodes.