I’m blissfully happy.
I grind my teeth.
I smile all day and laugh everywhere I go.
I have nightmares.
I play boardgames, go rock climbing, talk to friends.
My stomach churns.
I go out on dates.
I’ve got my eye on the calendar…
Not only that, but so many other things have happened (uh, lost camera, lost debit card, law school loans coming out of the grace period) that should make me pouty or sad or at least dampen my bliss. Maybe the Neuro Bliss that I drank last Monday is still hanging around in my system.
But I’m still happy. And I wish I could bottle this feeling up because I might really need it tomorrow. Maybe this is me just making myself as happy as possible to guard against the misery that I might feel tomorrow? Is this denial? It must be. Blissful is ignorance indeed.