happy hippo

Someone gave me kinder's Happy Hippo chocolates for Christmas because she said I remind her of happy hippos. Weight problem aside, I was wondering why people get that impression. It might be because I laugh too often, smile too much, seem like I never take anything seriousl..

(I've always wondered what prolonged repression leads too. Hopefully not colon cancer or the such like.)

I begin to think that happiness is an ideal that's best never attained. It's an ideal, because it's always too fleeting, or it just never happens. And even when it happens you're not sure if it's really happiness or some poor self-deluded mind cloud. It's best never attained, because you'll want more when it comes, and waiting everyday for something good to happen will actually give you something to live for.

("Wah a lot of crap leh, not happy then not happy la, why need to think so much?!")

Rationalising emotions works about as well as spray painting rusted metal bits. The paint doesn't stay, the rust remains.