Happiness to me is a good mixed drink, wealthy unemployment, and a lifelong love partner to practice cunnilingus on me, every night.

God, you teenies have no imagination nor the basic capacity for thought.

that was the stupidest thing i have ever read, with the possible exception of the Bell Jar. You don't beleive in happy? okay well isn't that special. I think satifying your desires typically leads to happyness, at least it should if your doing it right.

Ha! But then again, Sylvia Plath wasn't real happy either.

I realize that, but it was the worst piece of crap ever written. At least make it intersting she stuck her head in an oven, so we know she's kinda creative.

satisfying your desires doesnt lead you to find happiness.
It just makes you want more and more each time. You cant ever be really satisfied with what u got.
And i dont really give any shit if thats special or not but no, happiness doesnt really exist at least not for me. I can find happiness in my man's arms, but in thats just called love. For the rest of ya.. just go your own way and believe whatever you need to, to make your lives less miserable.

Profound you are . . . profound.

well, if thats not irony.. then... damn thnk u.

ok .. i know it`s allready a post "what is happiness ?" but i`m not asking what happiness is .. i`m just asking did you ever realy been happy ? .
I`m asking this because a few weeks ago when i was out for a walk just by myself i started to thing about all diffrent thinks .... and i realised that in my 20 years of life ... until now i never was happy i`m mean to be a day or just and hour wich would be "the most happiest day ( or hour ) of my life " . Yes there were some days when things were fine ... but i think i never was truly happy ; maybe some will say to define happiness and that i shoul written what i wrote here in the "what is hapiness? " topic , but this is something else i dont ask what is happiness i`m asking something else . So happiness can be different from one to another , i dont care what is happiness for you , i just want to now if you really was happy for at least one moment in your life (or at least you think you were ).

PS : sorry for my english , and sorry if some of you think that i should wrote this in the other topic , but i think that this is something different

i remember that once i cried out of happiness. and im sure it was because i was happy, cause i usually cry cause of sadness. So, i remember that time when i was with my babies and one of them told me that she loves me. and yeah i think this was when i cried. I dont remember well... i know that i was with my babies but i am not sure if i cried that day or just simply cause i was with them and they were making me so happy.
But yeah i think u got the point.. thats the most intense moment of happiness that i had. Dont need to look for or mention others.. i think this was enough.


PS. when i say my babies i dont mean that ive got kids. so that i wont confuse anyone. They are my cousins.

God, you people who hurt my head.




P.S. I'm moving this thread into the one titled "What is happiness?" as said thread pertained to the overall philosophical notion of emotional states, whereas this thread is simply one's personal, opinionated response to a particular emotion, and at best is a subjective aspect of said prior thread . . .

right.... EMO.... mabey you should get a tattoo on your inner forarm, a long line saying "insert razor blade here" just so you don't fuck it up when you try...

It's not hard... i prefer a hammer and a couple of nails..

HA!

well, DarkSoul arent u a bitchy little shit?

You can always hate emos, thats why they exist after all.
But calling an emo whoever admits that most of the times cries out of sadness and not out of happiness then u sure got a lof ot craps in your mind.
Dont try to find excuses to bitch at someone. If u are looking for emos to bitch at then u are looking in the wrong direction, perhaps in the wrong forum as well.
Try vampirefreaks. yeah that would be the right one. and get your bitching ass out of my face.

A warm gun.

That is pretty vague.
I mean, why is the gun warm?
Left out in the sun?

Oh, how poetic,
I'm impressed that your question
Is so meaningful.

Another haiku?
Someone wants in on my schtick!
It is fun to share.