Happiness Is......

I'm not sure I can define happiness. It's one of those things you just know when you see it. Er....feel it. Whatever.

A woman said something disturbing this morning about happiness, though, and I'm trying to figure out if I'm just picking her to pieces, or if it is really as disturbing as I think it is.

I walked into the cafeteria to get my gargantuan mug of water, and one of the paraprofessionals pointed at an alternative school student, a young lady who is cute as a button.

"_______ said you are always so happy."

I was pleased with that, because I TRY to be happy.

Then she continued.

"I told her you have a Harley. You SHOULD be happy."

Why yes, I DO have a Harley.

But that isn't why I'm happy. I would still be happy if I DIDN'T have a Harley. [Well, now that I've had one, I might be slightly pissed off if I didn't have it anymore....]

I think I was happy BEFORE I had the Harley. Otherwise it would have been a pretty miserable 47 years up until the time I got one.

Is that really how people define happiness?

I didn't know what to say to her, especially in front of students. I said something pretty lame, along the lines of, "I would be happier if I could have ridden it today."

Perhaps it was just something to say. Maybe she thought "good morning" was just too lame a greeting.

Hmmmm.......