This is completely unrelated to the previous post about this glorious moment in time where EWAV is “nipples galore”. In fact, EWAV and happy perky erect nipples are identical. You can’t tell them apart, can you? Go get some ice and put it on your nipples or the nipples of a loved one or maybe, if you’re lucky, the nipple of someone you just met.

And the fact that EWAV and nipples galore are identical makes me happy.

Another thing about being happy occurred to me yesterday while conversing in email with a friend who is happy right now and was kind of lamenting that she had nothing to talk about with her friends.

People don’t want to say, “Everything’s going great! I’m so freaking happy it’s wonderful!”

It’s so much better a social bonding experience to lament about the travails and troubles of your life. To wallow in a muddy abyss of misery with a bunch of other people.

What the hell is wrong with humanity?

Why do we do this to ourselves?

It’s like we’re all guilty for any good in our lives. Is this inherent to being human or is it something we learn to protect ourselves from the jealousy and violence inherent in the system? It’s a curious question. What would we talk about if we went out of our way to tell the good things in our lives instead of focussing on the crap?

It’s maddening though since we all kind of gauge our lives by the moments that can be measured and simple wondrous happiness kind of just flows into a mess of days without much differentiation. It’s the turmoil times that make for the memorable history.

That’s why there are no movies about a happy couple that stays happy throughout the 1.5 hrs. It’s always the three act story arc. Set the stage and the conflict, engage in the conflict, resolve it. “Oh my! It all worked out well! That’s so nice after all the troubles they had. Shame about the levelling of a city but it was all part of a good story so it’s okay. Everything is okay.”

Although…that might be interesting to explore. Maybe a 10 minute short of just two people happy. You never see anything like that. Everyone is always trying to make explosive heart wrenching drama that fits the arc and seems profound and gut wrenching and funny and…hey…my hands are sticky. Why are my hands sticky? Your hands shouldn’t just be sticky. How the hell did my hands get sticky just sitting here typing?

What I need to do is to resolve this conflict. I’m thinking a gun battle or a car chase. Or maybe a running gun battle through the streets of Tucson. Yeah! A running gun battle with lots of tracking shots and explosions and babies being blown into the air and then caught by the guy with sticky hands as he runs and shoots at the antagonist who is hurling babies at the protagonist with the sticky hands.

Yeah, see we start off with something that seems like it’s a detriment and then we use that bullshit story arc to resovle the conflict and make it a positive thing. Yeah! This is shaping up to be some movie! All we need now is funding and some principle talent. Maybe Edward Norton because I always thought that Edward Norton could play a good me. He’s got an edge that I could have if I had one.

Fuck, I forgot what I was talking about.

Happiness…right…anyway, happiness shouldn’t be hidden in the closet like a deranged cousin only to be brought out with great shame.

That short could be a good artsy film. Maybe in the vein of The Perfect Human as seen in The Five Obstructions. Just two attractive people eating like happy couples do. Or the ever popular laying in bed. Or maybe taking a walk on a perfect summer day.

Someone should get on that. I would if I were more motivated. I’ll help crew, how about that?