Thursday, June 15, 2006

Happiness

How do you define happiness?

16 Comments:

At 11:41 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with string,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles,
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver-white winters that melt into springs,
These are a few of my favorite things.

oh my. i knew all those without even looking them up on Google.

 
At 6:27 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

coffee in bed in the dark on a cold morning is a good one

Don't you find that dangerous, Kaf?

And Boo gets a smack for the earwig.

There was an old joke in Playboy when I was younger. Supposedly, Madame de Gaulle was asked what was the one thing she wanted.

Her answer: "A penis."

"Madame, I think it's pronounced "happiness".

Don't know where I was going with this but obviously I haven't arrived.

Happiness is arriving in a favorite city, checking into a nice hotel, and heading out for a walk to a favorite restaurant.

That's one.

 
At 7:57 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happiness is a certain combination of chemicals floating around inside your body.

Stimuli to which happiness is the response in my particular corpus include:

-my kitty being cute
-a perfect autumn day
-watching a sunset in its entirety
-recalling places I've visited
-planning future travels
-an entire meal consisting only of bread, cheese, mustard and beer/wine
-wandering across college campuses
-taking time to spend in nature, even if it's only sitting against a tree in the middle of a city
-my sexy wife just being herself

 
At 9:32 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

- my kitty being cute makes me happy too.
- driving my car, a Honda Element, makes me happy. it's like a big toy.
- rainy, cold saturday mornings spent under the covers with a nice pot of coffee, the newspaper and npr.
- my nieces when they're being sweet.
- sitting on my grandparents back porch, with my grandparents, just passing the time (especially in the spring and fall when the weather's nice, obviously.
- working the weekend crossword puzzles with my mom when i'm home visiting.
- a clean bathroom and a clean kitchen.
- putting up the christmas decorations.
- people watching from a shady park bench, particularly in D.C. and new york.
- walking to one of my neighborhood restuarants (not chains) and grabbing a bite to eat.
- a really good salmon skin roll.

 
At 10:52 AM , Blogger Higgy said...

I don't define it. I live it. To be less blunt, I consider myself happy most of the time - except when I'm not happy. Such as when I'm tired, achy, cranky, etc. So if you want to define happiness as an absence of those conditions that make you unhappy, so be it.

Hate to be so boring on a Friday...

 
At 12:18 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happiness is the realization that I am existing in a perfect moment. Nothing could improve it and nothing could equal it. (And sometimes the oddest things trigger that realization.)

I strive for moments like that all the time, but it's the recognition that I'm in one that triggers the feeling I call happiness.

 
At 1:11 PM , Blogger Mad Scientist said...

Happiness is:
-a two word email from the right person
-a dark chocolate bar and a quart of Strawberries
-making a breakthrough at work
-holding hands with the one you love
-a wonderful meal with wonderful friends
-a quick weekend away that you will never forget
-the feel of a warm furry critter sleeping next to you (cat, dog or weasel)
-living life everyday and being thankful for all that you have.

 
At 1:35 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Higgy, I'd argue that when you're cranky, achy and tired you could also be happy. I mean, when you have a cold, you're achy and stuffy and sluggish, but it is a little change and variety in your daily routine. you can lay around the house all day in your ratty old bathrobe and fuzzy slippers and drink hot tea and tomatoe soup and make mrs. higgy wait on you and baby you.

Okay, so I'll stop with all the pollyana bs.

 
At 2:10 PM , Blogger Higgy said...

Boo - you forget, I work at home. So my USUAL day is laying around in my ratty bathrobe and slippers, drinking tea and eating. I've taken one day off in almost 10 years for sickness.

Besides, I hate being sick and I hate someone waiting on me hand and foot. Can't be happy that way. Maybe others can, but not me.

 
At 10:45 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, and happiness is a new toilet seat. i got it on sunday. it's round and white with classic lines and chrome hinges. ahh.

 
At 8:10 PM , Blogger punky said...

happiness is a DRY toilet seat, I'll tell you that.

 
At 11:59 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

And the opposite of happiness would be a raised toilet seat in a darkened bathroom...

 
At 9:50 AM , Blogger punky said...

That's the worst, Sally. And there is no saving yourself once you commit to sitting, ya know? It's like gravity just takes over and then it's baptism by freezing cold toilet water. Definitely missing from my happiness list.

 
At 4:24 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Every night I get so tuck my kids in and say goodnight. My 9 yr old daughter tells me every night "I love you, Dad". Then I go down the hall to say goodnight to the 7 yr old boy, and he still kisses me on the lips (well, most nights, anyway).

I don't see how it can ever get better than that...

Jamester

 
At 8:41 PM , Blogger Graz said...

Finding out that the way something turned out saved you from a bunch of trouble.

Well, maybe not true happiness, but I'm taking what I can get right now.

 
At 10:03 AM , Blogger MrFisher said...

Graz- keep that chin up buddy.

Happiness is - a an empty canvas on one side of the room and me on the other with nothing but my paintbrush and the sound of music between us.

and

a pack on my back with beer in the sack, the sun on my face in a quiet place, pants up to the knees after a hike through the trees, feet enter the river, as I find happiness there in that brief little shiver.

I could probably stand a little less coffee in the mornings.

 

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