Happiness is like the cliche saying, happiness is many little things.
In the form of random beer sipping in a car with a good friend and being forced to walk in very painful heels dressed in the smallest pair of shorts and a corset top through a crowd of not so subtle eyes in a mamak. To find a friend more stoned than I am capable of being without actually being on drugs and to laugh together at sarcastic remarks.
It is happiness to find comfort with friends even in silence and to act like greedy little misfits stuffing their face full of food. To gossip about everyday things and laugh at each others randoms even if others don’t find it as funny.
To watch your baby pet fall asleep curled up under your arms or watch as it wrestles with your fingers with those tiny little paws of theirs. Watch as they stuff their faces, get fat and have other people comment how much your little pet is a replica of you. Its a warm sort of glow even if you’ve just been called fat.
Happiness is so many little more things. From the discovery of a new favourite cafe or getting a good deal to being able to poo more often. To watch a very good movie or to find a new addictive song.
But among all these little things, it is the realisation of how much love I have accidentally stumbled upon that makes me smile the widest. Even if I’ve put on a whole lot of pounds and a layer of rather funny looking fats.
To be able to lie next to a person and watch happily as he falls slowly asleep. A sense of protection and possession as he holds you close.
I am very much in love right now. Even if he drives me up the wall sometimes =p
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