I guess that could apply to me, looking back over the last several posts. You'd never know how many wonderful, happy days I have had, how much enjoyment, how much pleasure, how much downright fun, probably because I'm too busy those days to write, and also because I am not including details about my life for the sake of privacy, and happiness is sappier conveyed without particulars.
Was it Tolstoy who wrote something along the lines of all happy families are the same, but unhappy families are unhappy in their own distinctive ways? My ways of being unhappy aren't that distinctive: a lot of concern about the physical condition of my house, finding the time and the right people at the right price to fix things, and dealing with work people effectively are right up there.
But in the big picture, the manayama rather than the hinayama point of view (I still remember my art history from decades and decades ago), my cup runneth over - coysee revaiyah.
I've quoted "music hath charms to soothe the savage breast" before, but for me, writing down the miserable, small, petty feelings I have when I am down can be quite cathartic as well. Most of the time I remove the post, often I take out any specifics, and rarely, and usually inadvisedly, I leave it up. So if the taste of my blog has been a bit bitter lately, please know that in real life, there is plenty of honey to sweeten my days (and nights). And I'll try to stop kvetching!
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