I seriously want to write about something. But nothing seems to come to my mind right now. I'm not disgruntled. I'm not angsty or anything. Guess, that's what happiness does to me. I've got no muse for me to write anymore. Inspiration seems to only hit me in the moment of anger, in my moment of anguish, in my moment of bla bla bla.

I guess I should be heading out more and observing a lot more than I should else whatever I'm writing, might seem very gay even for my own tastes.

Funny isn't it? Angst breeds inspiration. Well, that's how it is for me anyway. Usually, it breeds contempt for many. It's like saying that if a driver was to run a red light, he might just win $200 and getting an extra 12 points instead of being fined $200 and having 12 points being taken away from him(or her if you wish to).

There is no denying that I am one weird person. No, I shall not use the word unique to describe myself because that is just too politically correct. It's like calling someone short vertically challenged. There is nothing challenging the short dude. He is just short. Calling him vertically challenged is stupid because it's like saying that gravity is preventing him from growing any taller. Well, I guess in that case, gravity is his challenger then. Yeah, it's stupid altogether still.

I guess this green eyed monster is really a human condition. One can never be truly happy for others if they are not part of the celebration. I guess this happiness breeds contempt. Perhaps this is the one resource that is truly low in supply. And hence, we have to do tradeoffs. After all, it is the one thing that when one has it, the other doesnt. Low in supply but high in demand means that there is a heavy price to pay for happiness. It doesnt come cheap. And im not just talking about financially. The soul takes a heavy beating from the acquiring of this. Especially the soul. And this burden translates into other things like money. Do the math. It all works out to what I just said.

Alas, that is the cause of all misery on earth. Funny this business. Ironically, it is called happiness.

Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others