This is going to sound like a super emo post, but I don’t have anything else to say today so you get to hear me bitch about pseudo problems.

I suck at being happy.

It’s not that I can’t be happy. It’s true that I haven’t been truly happy in like three years, but once I started teaching stats and taking classes, I finally felt that elusive joy you feel when you wake up knowing that you have a purpose (or at least can pretend to have one).

But whenever I get to that happiness stage, there’s always a little (often big) voice in the back of my head saying, “why the hell are you happy? Happiness = complacency, complacency = stagnation, stagnation = you’re not trying hard enough you fool.”

Stupid? Yeah, welcome to my world.

But that’s how it goes.

Now I have to find something to fret over obsessively to bring things back from “obscene happiness.”

‘Caaaaaaaaaaaause I suck.