on happiness, social expectations, and being fickle

Image from The Mind Room

Relatively speaking, I think I'm happy. But the U-shaped Happiness Curve makes me look forward to the next 10 years--because I'm a 64-year old trapped in a 35-year old. Almost 10 years ago, I remember posting about how I felt like I skipped the peak of life and went from climbing up the hill then finding a warp zone a la Super Mario Bros. and then exiting into denouement. Oh my morbid, gothic phase--the good old days. I still have my Wednesday Addams snarky tendencies, but I have been trying my best to be more Disney Princess-like; breaking into song and singing to inanimate objects and whatnot. I do wish I were more sentimental---no, maybe still detached but sentimental-ish.

I firmly believe that when one has reached a degree of acceptance (of one's circumstances)---genuine happiness enters the picture. That is why the graph above makes sense. With all my brooding and weirdness plus my opinion of happiness as being a spectrum rather than a Yes/No variable, I think I lean towards happiness.  I've accepted the fact that I'm flawed, have a love-hate relationship with thinking, tend to zone out (daydream), and probably value things (concepts) that people might cringe at. I'm okay. 

Yes, Pharrell Williams, I will clap along because I feel like a room without a roof.

I'm on a cocktail of flu medicine, vitamins, and Advil. Consider this post as drug-induced. *confetti*