Pure blissful happiness.

I love to psychoanalyze unhappy people. To figure out what makes them tick. Usually, it’s the savoring of unhappiness for nonsensical reasons. Such as they  like to be unhappy. In a sense, that makes them sort of happy. Deep down.  In their souls. They have unhappy spirits. And they desperately want to be their true selves. Yes, that’s odd. But it’s a source of pride. Being different. Crazy. The last thing they wish is being normal. And truly happy. That goes against their grain.  Against their natural flow.  They’d rather swim upstream. Against the current. In some ways, they are to be admired. As rebels. Saints. Masochists.  Born to suffer. To sacrifice their beings. For the good of mankind. Many of ‘em are Christians.  Imagining themselves being nailed to the cross. Their form of pure blissful happiness. –Jim Broede