When happiness doesn’t show

I have written about it before. This happiness shit. And I am one of them who claims that happiness is good for you, that it is something to strive towards and live in, at least it is for me. My happiness is always based in my own needs. And never, at least not consciously, measured with…

A good person

I know it might sound presumptuous. I am well aware that I have a recoccuring (not totally sound) hybris. But do you know, I really, truly do not give a s**t. During the last days I received some really nice feedback. Of who I am. Not what I do (because there I am not quite…

Have you always been this cool?

I was actually asked this question last Saturday. The inquiring person were slightly influenced of  wine (like that would have mattered). As I also was slightly under the influence, my first response was a smart ass “Of course (or similar, I can not really remember, but a cocky reply it was). The reply was followed by…

Good

I feel good. Just saying, I feel good. And just by being me.