A life of concordance.

Apparently I'm too angry, I moan too much and I have nothing positive to say about anything ever. That's not true at all; I have loads of positive things to say about the things I like, namely: myself, certain people, certain activities, and certain places. If people didn't moan about things, conversation would go like this:

"Everything is so utterly wonderful."
"Why?"

"It just is. That's why."

"Oh. Right. Cool. I agree."

Life of concordance. The UN would be so rubbish, no-one wants to side with Libya. And look. Look. I'm trying to write about happy things, and enjoying life, but it's turned into a rant about how formulaic liking things is - it's stupid, and impossible. I challenge anyone to write anything which is both: insightful, and uplifting. If you can, congratulations, you're a better writer, and person than I am. Which is impressive; I'm pretty darn tooting awesome (I have moments).

Here is a list of all the nice things that have happened today, and the progression they took:

-It was very sunny. I enjoyed that. It clouded over.

-Work was very boring. Thus easy. We made no money.

-Lunch came very quickly. It was cold.

-Coffee was yummy. I needed a wee.

Perhaps the only way to write something gay is to ignore all of the ennui? I will try that. Shall I tell you what I really love? Music. There you go. I can write about music for quite some time. I have discovered two things about my musical tastes: I'm fairly ecclectic, but everything I like is always deemed to be completely rubbish. And, hilariously, I tend to agree with them - I'm fully aware of how atrocious some of my tastes are, but they're so fun! Instrumental ephemera win! YAY! See. I nailed happy writing. I used an exclamation point. I discovered that whilst I may claim to have ecclectic tastes, I still find it difficult to ever find anything new. I tend to find maybe two bands a week that I want to look into, which is fine, but if you compare it to how much music is out there; I've got a few lifetimes of sifting to go (my laptop is too hot :\). The silver lining in this situation, however, is that when I do find something good, or worth listening to, I get a tremendous feeling of satisfaction - especially if the band is relatively unknown. That's always a guilty pleasure - everyone does it: "Have you heard this?", "No", "Hahaha fail you idiot." At least, I think they do.

So there it is. The keys to happiness:

Look for the silver lining.

Never write about being happy.

Be positive, you cunt.

Sidenote: Disjointed stream of consciousness is happy fault. Happy bad. Bad happy. Bappy.