Happy -[hap-ee] adjective,-pier, -piest. delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing: to be happy to see a person.
Happy.
Being happy is one of those difficult things to define. Do certain things make one happy, or is it truly just a state of mind? Does one decide to be happy, or does it just happen? What if you're happy, and just don't realize it yet? What if you've never been happy? Maybe we're all caught up in trying to be, but aren't meant to be... Or maybe I have it all wrong entirely.
Happy.
I got up this morning and went running because I'm not happy. I'm not happy with me. If my thighs were slimmer, and my tummy flatter, I might be happy. To lose twenty pounds, that would make me happy. A smaller waist, bigger boobs... straighter hair, that might do it. Or would it? Is the idea of these things something that brings about happy thoughts? If I'm able to accomplish these things, would I be happy with myself, or would I find something else to pick at? Would others be happy with me, or does any of that even really matter?
Happy -characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy: a happy mood; a happy frame of mind.
Migraines definitely don't make me happy. I had one yesterday. Not too bad. I woke up with one, and hesitated in taking medicine so as to have an excuse not to go to a baby shower later on in the day. Does that make me a bad person? The people at the shower don't make me unhappy. Not too sure on happy though. The reason for the gathering itself- and everyones state of mind because of it; all things that make me not as happy as I could be. Happy in not going, but unhappy in the sense that I'm shallow and selfish enough to not want to go.
Happy - apt or felicitous, as actions, utterances, or ideas.
Sunny days make me happy. Hiking, and other outdoor activities make me happy. Curling up on the couch reading by the fire... happy. Listening to the rain, or walking and playing in the puddles. Happy. I find joy in making others happy. Sex makes me happy (I'd have to worry if it didn't) Certain people make me happy, although more than those that do, don't. You Make me happy.
As of late, I think you make me the happiest - outside of her, of course.
Cuddling on the couch makes me happy.
Sharing blankets makes me happy.
You're hands on my body drive me crazy.
Touching you, smelling you, being close to you... not sure if happy justly describes how I feel about those things, but happy will have to do.
I'd be happy if you were here in bed with me now.
Happy.
Happy.
Being happy is one of those difficult things to define. Do certain things make one happy, or is it truly just a state of mind? Does one decide to be happy, or does it just happen? What if you're happy, and just don't realize it yet? What if you've never been happy? Maybe we're all caught up in trying to be, but aren't meant to be... Or maybe I have it all wrong entirely.
Happy.
I got up this morning and went running because I'm not happy. I'm not happy with me. If my thighs were slimmer, and my tummy flatter, I might be happy. To lose twenty pounds, that would make me happy. A smaller waist, bigger boobs... straighter hair, that might do it. Or would it? Is the idea of these things something that brings about happy thoughts? If I'm able to accomplish these things, would I be happy with myself, or would I find something else to pick at? Would others be happy with me, or does any of that even really matter?
Happy -characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy: a happy mood; a happy frame of mind.
Migraines definitely don't make me happy. I had one yesterday. Not too bad. I woke up with one, and hesitated in taking medicine so as to have an excuse not to go to a baby shower later on in the day. Does that make me a bad person? The people at the shower don't make me unhappy. Not too sure on happy though. The reason for the gathering itself- and everyones state of mind because of it; all things that make me not as happy as I could be. Happy in not going, but unhappy in the sense that I'm shallow and selfish enough to not want to go.
Happy - apt or felicitous, as actions, utterances, or ideas.
Sunny days make me happy. Hiking, and other outdoor activities make me happy. Curling up on the couch reading by the fire... happy. Listening to the rain, or walking and playing in the puddles. Happy. I find joy in making others happy. Sex makes me happy (I'd have to worry if it didn't) Certain people make me happy, although more than those that do, don't. You Make me happy.
As of late, I think you make me the happiest - outside of her, of course.
Cuddling on the couch makes me happy.
Sharing blankets makes me happy.
You're hands on my body drive me crazy.
Touching you, smelling you, being close to you... not sure if happy justly describes how I feel about those things, but happy will have to do.
I'd be happy if you were here in bed with me now.
Happy.
err - happy you're happy?
Anyway - Happy is good.