A lot of things make me smile. From a bright colourful balloon to a nice walk in the park, every little thing even remotely cheerful makes me ridiculously happy. I have always been that child, way too easy to please so why is that so hard to believe? Do you really need me to grow up and stop believing in things like hope, love and happy ever afters?
Lately, everything that makes me happy you seem to take joy in taking away from me. You see negativity in everything. Even if it’s a meaningless joke. It just has to revolve around a sadness that will undeniably be there if it happened to be the truth. At a wedding or a wedding video i find absolutely sweet and heartwarming, all you see if how long they are going to last and you’re always sure they end at 3 maximum 5 and start with your theories of first impressions. Everything is theoretical to you and rarely ever happy.
From my blog i may come off as always sad and emotional but i just prefer writing when im feeling that way. Normally im quite chirpy but im drained. im so so drained. even when i try to share some joy with you, all you give back in response is your unfocused attention and how something horrific is about to happen or has happened or you think is going to happen.
im sorry im not the kind that takes joy in other peoples pain. im sorry im not the type that laughs at american humour and how jokes are just jokes and instead find them offending one way or another.
im the cliched soul that takes joy in watching other people happy and taking a hit at someone is just plain annoying to me. practical jokes are rude to me. sorry, maybe im just an old nag and i need to loosen up but i always think about how i’d really not want to be the butt of someones criticism of bad jokes and sad victim of anothers mean practical joke.
i need my rainbows, unicorns and the smiles of happy brides to be.
i believe in flying horses, sweet little fairies and childish dreams.
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