My main mood is cranky while I'm sometimes all happy and excited and
talkative. And it's a pity when people meet me during my off days and think
I'm this person who is super excited to be alive. But they, at some
point, meet me when I'm in my usual mood. Their natural reaction is to
say I've changed and ask me what's wrong. But they refuse to accept that
I am cranky 90% of my life. And then they tell me to go back to being
the person they know. They refuse to accept that I don't have a choice
in the matter. Explaining it to them is of no use because the conversation
keeps going in circles. And also because, if my behavior causes no harm to me or
anyone else, I don't see why I need to explain myself to anyone. It
makes no sense that we search for happiness with such passion. But while
chasing after happiness, we often forget that the opposite of happiness
isn't sadness. And that not being happy (outwardly happy, that is)
isn't a bad thing. Because when I'm ignoring humans, not saying much or
not showing interest in conversation, I am still happy... in my own way.
2025
Last night, I met some of my closest friends – people I love; people who have made me feel loved. We talked about our new year’s resolutions: fitness, travel, meeting more frequently. We talked about more personal goals. And I don’t know if it was the wine, the setting, the general gaiety of the season, but I was just so happy. And that happiness is, to a great extent, still with me, even as I spend the afternoon by myself, my mother off having lunch with friends and our cats and dog enjoying a post-lunch nap. And this seems like the perfect time to reflect on the year that was 2025. I don’t know if this serves any purpose, but it feels like such a natural need: to look back at the year you survived as you step into another. I wanted to see what I wrote in the past few years but I seem to have skipped a recap post in 2024 and 2023. I don’t know why, but it could be because most of both years were spent being careful. They didn’t feel like real years, much like those covid years did...
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