What Is Happiness?
Happiness is living with people, like your parents, who take care of your meals for you, and good meals too, like two live lobsters choked to perfection in garlic and green onion sauce; and when things like your computer break down they buy you a new one AND get the old one repaired...
...and in an ideal state of happiness you wouldn't have to do a finger's-lifting worth of work, but in the second-best case you'd be able to hook yourself up to a special machine and download all the information you have to know, so that you don't have to read a thing. God, I hate reading! I sense this more and more vividly. What sucks about reading is that you could put all this time and effort into it, but there's never any guarantee that you'll do a good job, so that at the end of a hard day you realize you have but a shoddy mastery of the material.
...and in an ideal state of happiness you wouldn't have to do a finger's-lifting worth of work, but in the second-best case you'd be able to hook yourself up to a special machine and download all the information you have to know, so that you don't have to read a thing. God, I hate reading! I sense this more and more vividly. What sucks about reading is that you could put all this time and effort into it, but there's never any guarantee that you'll do a good job, so that at the end of a hard day you realize you have but a shoddy mastery of the material.
posted by Rex at 12:17 AM
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happiness is being back on this blog. Now that it is private, I'm gonna drop some foulness myself.
pooopyyyy mouth!!!
What happiness is
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is
To the preacher
It's a prayer, prayer, prayer
To the Beatles
It's a "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"
To the golfer
It's a hole in one
To the father
It's a brand new son
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is
To the beatnik
It's his beard, beard, beard
To the monster
Something wierd, wierd, wierd
To a night owl
It's a good days sleep
To the Yankee's
It's a four game sweep
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is
On the desert
It's a drink, drink, drink
To the show girl
It's a mink, mink, mink
To the banker
Lots and lots of dough
To a racer
It's a GTO
To a sailor
It's the sea, sea, sea
To my mother
Why, it's me, me, me
To the birdies
It's the sky above
But, to my mind
It's the one I love
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is
Happiness is!
ditto on the reading my friend.. i wonder how useless of an endeavor it really is.. i tell myself though, that i guess if i remember 10% of the material, its more than i knew going into to it! :-/
i frickin' hate reading for class. i don't think i will survive grad school! seriously, though, reading a biochem textbook = impossible.
ps. i created a new post on my blog.
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