End: 4:08 am.

So yea its 4:02 in the morning. I have a giant anatomy test in 7 hours. Naturally, I’m not studying. So here is a rant. Yes, this is partially fueled by avoidance, mountain dew, and good music. Freaking college. Here we go.

Who on earth are we to categorize anything? What makes humans so much more inept to set the rules? And who are we to go along with everything?

I mean sure, Isaac Newton had a good idea. But why can’t I call what he says is “gravity” something else, like “pudding”? Why can’t a “chair” be a “paper clip”? And who the hell put the definition to the word “happiness”?

  • Why does there have to be specific guidelines for what happiness is? Can’t it be up to interpretation?
  • And why do people always ask if you’re happy? Their definition could be completely different from yours. For all they know, they could be asking you if you’re please with the amount of manslaughter in the world because YOU could find manslaughter to be happiness!!!

So why the hell am I supposed to know what happiness is? Its such a vague concept that no one can come up with a singular universal definition of it. Have I had pleasurable moments in my past? Yes. Does that mean I was happy? I don’t freaking know.

And I still don’t know if I’ve ever been truly, 100%, euphorically happy… in my sense of the word, at least.

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