... boring? Are happy people boring? When I think about the people I like to talk to, the blogs or message boards I like to read, even the news I want to share with friends, it's usually not happy. When something bad or irritating happens, I can't wait to share it. Equally, I like to hear other people fuss and bitch. When something good happens, I find it awkward to share; I always feel like I'm saying, "Hey, look at me! Look how great my life is!" And when you do that, it seems like people don't really listen.
This week, I have felt peaceful and content. I found my gratitude and, at least for now, the happiness of just being me. I've sent out good things into the universe, without the hope of getting the back, and I find myself smiling for no reason. Today, I saw a friend sitting outside grading papers. It was such a peaceful picture, and, knowing this friend, I knew how much she was enjoying being outside, that I smiled. I smiled (like an idiot, I must admit) when I saw the giant Santa hanging on the middle school office door. It was such a ridiculous smile, that I'm almost glad no one saw it. Hell, I even smiled at a kid that I do not, we shall say, have a particular fondness for. Just because he looked kind of cute today.
Tonight, I hope to be knitting with a friend of mine who I don't spend much time with. It makes me happy to think about. But if we don't, it's okay because I know I'll hang out with Dave and that will be just as wonderful.
And that leaves me wondering- is happiness boring? Would you rather read a blog about me being angry or irritated? I don't know. I find myself steering away from the bitchy messages on my message board- the ones with people complaining about their husbands or in-laws or kids. But the non-bitchy ones... they're not as amusing. They're almost... boring.