There are some big ol' monkeys on my back these days, and I'm thinking of letting them hang out for a while.
Happiness. Anticipation of the next Good Thing. Cheerful Bonhomie. Motivation. I'm completely addicted to them. They're all milling about, pushing aside my old friends Depression, Loneliness, and Anger. I've had some assistance in the matter from friends, both literary and corporeal, but I'm starting to believe that the principal architect of this increasingly great life I'm living is me.
(jesus. just reading that makes me wonder who the hell is talking here.)
I'm a little nervous, though. Like all addictions, the fear of withdrawal from my drugs of choice is agonizing. What if Happiness gets on a bus? What if Motivation walks out the back, jack? What if Loneliness shows up at the table in my kitchen and demands to be fed?
Can I get swift kick in the ass, please? Life is GOOD.