Inalienable rights. Plus getting a bit of happy. What’s not to like? I’m all right with all of that noble stuff talk. Most of the time. I mean, ‘alla time’, of course, but I am rarely pursuing happiness much these days. Not with any focus, that’s for sure. I’m happy, I guess. A better word is content. Maybe satisfied I am contentedly satisfied. Yeah, that’s it. And then there is the occasional bit of happy popping up now and then. Well, actually, everyday has some nice, happy moments. I live with Sal, after all. Maybe really happy pop-ups every few months or so. Hard to say. I suppose one could judge by the amount of smiling I do but that observation would suggest suicidal to the observer rather than contentedness. I don’t smile much. I’m an old guy. We frown.
I do laugh, tho. Weirdly, I have found a mildly startling shortcut for laughing. I just kinda explode with a loud ‘hah!’ and that seems to do it for me. Others sometimes look a bit stunned. Little kids might even tear up. But I haven’t giggled in years. Decades maybe. I can’t honestly remember even chuckling for some time now.
Sal says I am getting grumpy.
If I judge my grumpiness by my lack of smiling and laughing, she is right. If I judge my grumpiness by how I respond to the average cashier or mental customer-in-a-line-up ahead of me or the average driver in Victoria or Richmond, she is very, very right. I am grumpy. Mind you, grumpy is still better than rock-stupid in my books. But, if you judge me by my feelings toward virtually every authority figure and especially those in airports (special breed of stupid, those) then I am a very happy person most every other time and they just press all the wrong buttons.
I can still ‘pretend’ to be civilized dealing with the two-digit-IQ-ditz at Save-On but I cannot even pretend in an airport. I am so ‘ticked at airport personnel for just about anything, I usually have a security detail behind me by the time I get to the departure lounge.
(I am ‘this close’ to yelling Allahu Ahkbar at them some day!)
Anyway….this is all my way of saying that despite what you might hear or even observe for yourself, I am fine. Thank you very much. I am getting bit less social. I’ll admit that. I am a bit more grumpy overall. I admit that, too. And I might even be a bit crazy in airports (but I am trying to eliminate them from my life). Still, the trend is clear; Dave is grouchy-looking. And maybe even actually a bit grouchy-ish.
It makes me happy.