I hesitate to continue questioning the notion of happiness, lest it evaporate or become opaque, which might ultimately instil a feeling of slightly nagging guilt to lower my mood from an adaptive but unbalanced state which is open to manipulation by myself and others. Seems a package deal which leaves me more to compute through, but it's nice that it avoids being in a state of excessive inertia. Happiness really is quite overrated IMHO and presents unnecessary hazards of it's own. Glad I'm not happy, it's upsetting.That's quite a question, I mean, who on earth wants to have healthy, adaptive functioning, to fit in to the mad world were in (aka good mental health)?
"Doctor Doctor my husband thinks he's a chicken"
"I'll write a prescription"
"Don't bother, I need the eggs"
Nothing needs to change if you need the eggs.
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