If I had to guess, I would say pointing out pointless, indefinable things. What yard stick do we really use to say we are happy? Is it just a giddy feeling from a small accomplishment, that flees as soon as it is over? Can it be more complex and lasting? WTF is happy?

If you actually follow my writing, you may recall that I was shocked to find myself happy for no reason a year or so ago. I was just driving down the road and it happened. If I had been driving with a jealous girlfriend, it would probably have gone badly.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I don’t know. I’m just happy for some reason.”

“OH? And I’m supposed to believe that? What’s her name?” It may help to insert some fantasy name or coworker here. “You have a smile on your face like a fat man eating BBQ.”

The smile slips off my face as fast it appeared, but I know why this time.

Fortunately, I have a significant other who wants to know what kind of trouble I’m dreaming up and if we need an alibi. That makes me happy.

People who get my crazy make me happy.