Happiness is a concept that has been absent for a long time. The things that I used to at least somewhat enjoy, don’t seem to do much. Annoying things seem to happen more frequently. Everything seems to be more money/trouble than it is worth. My patience with people/things, has pretty much been worn out. Things that have been planned go to hell in a hand basket. People who should be reliable aren’t, and I have come to expect people to be wholly unreliable. Expenses pop up.

Long story short, no, I am not particularly happy. Still trying to figure out what to do with the family issue. It is simply not socially acceptable out here to more or less toss out, so that means if I want separation, I will have to be the one to move. Tired of having the constant prying into what I am doing, etc. just another expense and hassle that I really don’t need. You’d think there would be some respect, but no.

I am not even sure that there is such a thing as happiness anymore. I see folks who look to be happy, but I know that lots of things can be faked. People can put on good shows for others. Hysteria, happiness, sadness, etc. can all be faked to one degree or another depending on skill and how much effort one wants to put in. See that a lot for example with female defendants who get up in front of the court and cry to get sympathy. And, sadly the more happy/polite the person you are dealing with, the more likely it is that they are trying to screw you over.

Long story short, no, the income doesn’t make me happy. I don’t seem to be happy period.