Is there any such thing as happiness?
Is there truly such a thing as happiness? I don't think I am unhappy. In fact, if someone asks how I feel, I usually don't have a response. I truly don't know how I feel. Most of the time it never occurs to me that I should know either way. I'm a guy, so life is kinda simple. If I eat, get enough sleep, spend some time with my wife, and have regular BM's, I am at peace with my body...I guess anyway. Pretentious people smile all the time. I don't trust them, nor do I understand them. Superficial people laugh and smile while I see through them. But everyone on Earth seems either pretentious or superficial to me. I can't help but see it. Most of them would rather I keep to myself that I see them as they are. But that makes me the same as them, and I just can't do it. My face will always betray my otherwise hidden thoughts, whether or not I desire it to do so. Where are the truly deep people who just want to speak matter of fact, and who want to reason out l