DarqByte

This morning, I came to the conclusion that people can make me happy. Happy in a variety of ways, really… They can make me happy by being nice to me, by being courteous on the road, by making it up to me when they totally screw up my meal… You get the idea.

However, this morning I became happy for somebody else (you probably know who you are, you anonymous person!). Said person has now been on a date with somebody and has another planned very soon. Their datee (is that a word?) knows all of the seedy details of their twisted prior relationship that ended in suicide… Oh wait. Forget that sentence, most of it wasn’t true. :p And yet, with this knowledge, said datee is alright with all of it.

That’s pretty cool. I’m totally happy for this person because they may have found their significant other. Stuff like that, sappy stuff even, makes me happy for them and happy in general. I like seeing people in rewarding relationships. Perhaps if I wasn’t in a tremendously rewarding relationship of my own I’d feel differently, but when I’m as happy as I am with Laura, I tend to want other people to be that happy as well.

Congratulations to all the happy lovers out there! Now… Um… Hrmm… Well, I couldn’t think of something funny and non-sappy to say after that, so… Be off with you!