I’ve noticed that my last few posts haven’t screamed “happy,” but sometimes, it’s just necessary to go where the heart and mind lead. It’s not to say that I, myself, am not happy (for happiness is relative); it’s just that cat scratching the back of my neck that I have to alleviate every now and again.So, in some weird twist of irony, my expression (whether it appears somber, inane, or whatever adjective one uses to express it), is my own. It is my outlet, my vent session, my metaphorical cathartic that keeps my mind from piling up with all of the dirt and grime of the world. And in a relative kind of way (lol), I am h-a-p-p-y:)
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