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On my facebook profile I have written that I am “disappointed at how long it’s been since I felt really happy… (Cheesy but true)”. And then a facebook friend of mine has asked me how long it has been since I felt happy. Being a blogger I told her that I would answer that question here in this blog. I am however slightly perplexed by my inability to actually write down a structured reply. It seems that I cannot think of a correct answer, so please forgive me if the following paragraphs appear to be disjointed ramblings of a manic depressive.
Let’s start with my claim that I have four passions in my life – Arsenal, TV/Cinema, Food and Women. It would hence seem that the combination of these would create some sort of happiness for me.
I am not going to deny that Arsenal managed to provide some happy moments in my life, but ultimately those moments never managed to last as being a team that I support with all my heart they never fail to disappoint me whenever everything else is going fine (see last blog entry).
Given my very close association with at least one of the Seven Deadly Sins (Gluttony), it could be said that I enjoy good food. However it does make me content not happy. No matter how much I like okonomiyaki or a good juicy steak they do not actually make me happy.
Lets move on to the next passion – Cinema/TV (and by extension Anime and by extension from that – Manga). Which brings me to a sad realisation that this one particular ‘passion’ is nothing more that plain old escapism. Sure, I get excited reading a cool manga or watching a good movie/episode, but that is just me running away from the reality and enjoying an imaginary world that someone else has created. It is kinda sad that each and every week I wait for Tuesday to get my portion of TV and later in the week anime/manga. Can escapism make you happy? At the moment it doesn’t seem that way. It sure, at least temporary, stops me from being unhappy… but anything above that? Does not seem to be the case.
And last but not the least – Women. Even if I am a romantic that believes in the sanctity of marriage, I do not have the slightest idea if any woman has ever made me happy. Don’t get me wrong, sexual escapades are great and on the purely physical side not many things can beat a good orgasm, but is that real happiness? This might have something to do with the fact that I haven’t been in love in over ten years, but women don’t make me happy either nowadays.
So does this mean that the last time I was happy was in 1997-98 (when I was in fact very much in love, Arsenal won the Double, and I was yet to discover the joy of TV series and/or anime/manga)? Has it really been ten years? Am I really that sad of a person?
And taking that into consideration, does this now mean that I need to fall in love at the moment when Arsenal win the Champions League , while there is an abundance of great stuff on the small and big screens? What are the chances of that happening?
When was the last time YOU were happy? What caused it? Am I just a lonely unemployed blogger with too much time on my hands?