WHAT IN THE WORLD

SOMEHOW I WAS ON DRAFT BLOGGER.  I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED.  I FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET BACK TO BLOGGER AND DELETED THE OTHER.

I'VE DETERMINED ADDICTS ARE MORE HONEST IN THEIR QUEST FOR HAPPINESS.  THEY TURN TO THEIR ADDICTION IN AN ATTEMPT TO ALLEVIATE THEIR LACK OF HAPPINESS.  HAPPINESS IS AN INSIDE JOB.  CARS AND HOUSES AREN'T HAPPINESS.

MEAN PEOPLE HAVE GIVEN UP ON CREATING HAPPINESS AND HAVE RESIGNED THEMSELVES TO DRAGGING OTHERS DOWN TO THEIR LEVEL OF UNHAPPINESS.  ABUSIVE PEOPLE ATTACK HAPPINESS, DESTROY HAPPINESS AND DON'T UNDERSTAND NOT FEELING HAPPY.  THE CLOSEST THEY GET.

CRIMINALS PURSUE HAPPINESS BY MAKING OTHERS UNHAPPY.  THEY BELIEVE THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH TO GO AROUND.  IF THEY CAN MAKE OTHERS UNHAPPY THEY HAVE SOME CONTROL, SOME POWER.  NOT HAPPINESS BUT WHAT THEY SETTLE FOR.

THAT'S WHY MY FAMILY HATE ME.  MY FAMILY BLAMED ME FOR THEIR UNHAPPINESS.  NOT MY JOB TO MAKE ANYONE ELSE HAPPY.  I CAN ONLY MAKE ME HAPPY.  I CAN'T MAKE ANYONE ELSE HAPPY.  I'M NOT GOD.  I'M JUST A SMALL PART.

THE SONG IS A BIG LIE.  'MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY TOO.'  SO WRONG.

CARLOS TIGHTENED THE VERY LOOSE AIR HOSE AND RESET THE LIGHT.  HE SAID IF IT DOESN'T COME BACK TO LET HIM KNOW.