It’s Tale Weaver over at the MindloveMisery’s Menagerie. Today we have been asked to write about happiness (of all things!).
Happiness, eh?
This is a topic I know very little about. Googling it doesn’t help.
I’ve heard of it, of course. Some people I know have actually experienced it: the real deal. They are happy people.
I scratch my head.
They say they are happy at ‘their core.’ “Why?” I asked them, and they look at me like I’m crazy. Then I wanted to ask where my core was located, but decided against it.
Maybe I don’t have one.
So, I don’t know. Happiness has eluded me thus far. Although when I was a little kid I was happy and experienced happiness on a regular basis. But then I became aware of the not so nice side of life and realized it wasn’t all about sunshine & lollipops: there were Necco wafers and liver & onions that would occasionally rain on my parade.
The older I get, it seems, the more it rains Necco wafers and liver.
Anyway! To me, happiness is similar to porn in that it’s hard to describe, but you know it when you see it.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is