So, one of my friends said in a conversation that I’m “not a happy person.” I was sort of shocked about that. It wasn’t the only thing I was shocked about during that conversation, but it was most definitely the first. First of all I didn’t see it coming and I was sort of insulted by it to be honest. I laugh so much, and I’m generally very optimistic about a lot of things. The thing is, I'm very internal about a lot of things, including those things, so it makes sense why she said that.
So there I am, all quiet, not talking, just blank in the face and somber looking. Listening, writing, and thinking inside my head, so i get where it comes from. The weird thing about all that is that I laugh all the time, to be honest I think I am the funniest person I know. I get all my jokes, and little tid bits about everything make me laugh. I just like to watch and listen things go on, and most of the time i write in my head and pretty much am thinking about other things all the time inside of my head. I don’t know, I guess the whole mysterious thing is true, I hear it all the time, but not cause i’m mysterious or anything like that, but just becuase i am not really understood, so people have nothing letf to do but come up with their own conclusion about things.
I always wondered why ME knowing is always enough for me, I don’t really try to persuede people to know the truth if they have the wrong infor or impression or story. If someone talks about me behind my back or says this is what happened to other people i dont have the urge to be like “No! This is how it happend!” if it happens when im there and they tell me about it i will, but if i know someone is spreading rumors or bad info i will not go out of my way to correct them, cause frankly... Me knowing the truth is more than enough for me.
But I’m getting off track, no one ever told me that i wasnt a happy person, and maybe I am not, but i guess all i can say about this is nothing, and maybe just post these lyrics, because well, I’m happy sometimes:
Y que importa que digan todos
Yo a veces soy feliz
Y no tengo nada y lo quiero todo
Yo a veces soy feliz
Hay me parte un rayo, me puye un ojo
Yo a veces soy feliz
Hay que me importa que digan todos
Yo a veces soy feliz...
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