Happy, Happy, Happy

I was asked today why I'm always so happy.

By reading many of my posts as of late, it may be hard to be believe, but I am generally a happy person. I'm extremely optimistic and have a love for life.

Today I was described as "wide eyed and always smiling; the first to interact with anyone and everyone without thinking; appreciative of hard work; ready to lend a hand; and constantly running around with an endless supply of energy."

Not a bad description. It's always nice to hear that someone is a fan of my personality. If I can better someone else's day even the smallest amount with something as small as a smile or the willingness to lend an ear, I feel accomplished.



So generally, why am I so happy? Life is good. I may have a lot of cruddy things happen to me, but I know there is always someone out there that has it a lot worse. So, who am I to dwell on my unfortunate events and complain? Alright, alright. I do my fair share of complaining. But I try to not let these periods of depression span for very long. And when they do, I try to ensure that it's only over something really, very important to me.



Life may get me down from time to time, but Chicago really is an amazing city. I truly love it. It just gets lonely. I long for one, just one deep rooted connection with another individual here. But those require impeccable character judgment and time to build a foundation.

Sometimes you meet someone and you just know that you want them to be a huge part of your life. There's an instant connection. That just doesn't happen often enough. Maybe I'm too picky. I seem to waste my time and effort on people who don't want the same thing from me in return.

Maybe it's time to hit the Craigslist Missed Connections section. Maybe someone saw me on the train and "felt" something. ahhahaha. I love poking fun at silly people. What else am I going to do at one in the morning?