I’ve been thinking a lot about my life, and about happiness. I don’t think that I’m an unhappy person, but I think that I am a sensitive person who feels things very deeply. So when some upsetting things happen, it often takes a while for me to get over them.
I was sitting last night, and I was thinking about how tough the last few years have been. I don’t think I’ve handled it all that poorly, considering it all. It is what it is, and I deal with it.
I was also thinking about the things that made me happy during all the tough times. I think the happiest I’ve been was when I was first living on Treasure Island. I had the two best roommates I ever had, MC and CD. I was a stranger when I moved in with them, but I think I got to be a part of their little clan very quickly. We truly were mates. We laughed, played, and drank, but also argued till we were blue in the face, and it was wonderful. Even when they were being totally annoying, they didn’t really bother me.
I know that if I were still with them today, they’d drag me out of my room, make me drink half my weight in cheap beer, and beat me at darts. Of course, I can’t go back to them. Everything changed the day that CD left to go back to school to get his masters. Now he’s in Iowa. MC moved in with his girlfriend. And I moved on, to unpleasant results.
So you see, it’s all CDs fault. If he’d never gone back to school, none of this would have happened! I’m kidding, of course. I’m happy for him. I’m happy for MC. And someday soon, I’ll be happy for my damn self.