Happiness is a Warm Gnu
I am not happy, at the moment. I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, which means that winters are difficult, and I slowly become more morose as the months progress. It's worse if I don't get exercise, and in a city plagued by horrible pollution, exercising is a challenge. I can't walk or run outside, and I don't have equipment, space, or funds for inside exercise. I have lots of excuses. A plethora. But being outside happiness, I have an interesting perspective of what it used to be, and it never was what I think people think it should be. I remember being told that feeling happy means smiling. "If you're happy, and you know it, then your face will surely show it," right? Sure, everyone's affect is always 100% descriptive. I believe in microexpressions, but they're called "micro" for a reason. They're moments of pure truth in your face, and they last milliseconds. So just because I wasn't as effusive as a cheerleader, doesn...