Consumption for What Is Perceived to be the Mind, But Is Actually the Heart, or Starships

Isn't it great to be happy? I like being happy. All the time. Why, I aspire to have a smile on my face as well as a smile on the faces on others around me. That's why sometimes I do silly things or skip happily or act energetically so on first impression, that's the impression I give. So many times I have had people giggling at my general direction, and when I approach them and smile sweetly enquiring what's wrong, I usually get things like "Why are you always so happy?", "You're so energetic today" and sometimes "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU".

It's good to be happy. You're outlook on life is more positive. When I woke up and got out of bed a while ago I would have been all zombie-Nigel mode. Oh wait. Sometimes I still do. But that's because I'm sleepy, so yeah yeah. I get out of bed happy, and if I wake to the voice of another, well, that just means the whole day is going to be a great day, just because it had a great start, no matter how crappy the middle is.

I like being happy. It's like food for the soul or the heart, or something. There's something about being happy about something, like getting good grades, but if you can set your mind to be happy about absolutely nothing at all... Wow. I salute you, and skip merrily by your side. Happy happy happy!

Happy, joyful, exuberant, jubilant, glad. All these words describe emotions that make your mouth twitch in to that wonderful smile of yours. These words make you laugh, they make you clap, they make you cry, sometimes. These words can spur you to jump for, what else, joy.

Isn't it great to be happy?

Well I'm pretty happy! Eventhough I'm not, I am... If you understand that.