The Happiness Thread

Yeah, that's true [customer service]

But still a coffee shop love story should be appreciated. I remember these things, they were easy until my first rejection. I'd been admiring her style from afar, and think I finally approached her under the parachute - the Whirlygig 1990 - she could not have been less interested, like I'd offered her a peanut. I re-evaluated after that crisis.

I thought we were having kids and everything..

 

Nobody's interested [repetition] listening to in your heavy metal music, Moose. I'm just saying it - the way it swings - on the streets. Remember, guys like me are writers, that's why we come here, to socialise in our downtime with the other great writers.

 

I don't know if this is funny or accurate, but I think it applies.

 

What a silly thing to say.

No reason go feeling what he said was exploitive and dirty. I mean at least @Sclavus either be attracting pretty baristas who are interested in what he likes, or he got made to feel good by someone who is great at their job or both. So, let's be chill. Ain't nothing odd about it.

Yo, Scla - you enjoy your good day.

Spoiler: Just blast this for happiness thread

Course, I don't think any of us are quite that fly

 

You don't know that. I'm friendly to strangers I meet when I'm out and about and I don't need to be because of my job.

 

A few of you seem to lack common sense and/or reading comprehension skills. No worries, though, because I won't be talking about it again.

 

I care deeply for the proletariat, that's all.

 

That's a shame. I was hoping to hear how things went in the future. I used to date a girl that had full fledged panic attacks in some situations, so I kind of understand how making it through that is a victory if it's something you usually have trouble with. Congrats! And good lucks in the future.

 

Did you make this video after reading his post or did he make up his post after watching the video?

(Both stories halve the guy working on a manuscript and the barista telling him she likes zombies. What are the chances?)

 

I'm a Teacher's Assistant for a Global Politics class at my university (level 100 so I don't usually expect much) and this was the first semester no one got the United Kingdom wrong on the European Map quiz. I'm so proud of them!

 

I'm a professor (ish), I can definitely relate to your joy!

 

These moments are few and far between! I enjoy them while they last.

What are you a professor (ish) for?

 

Basically EFL, although I've taught US History a couple times, and my English classes are currently wearing fancy dress and calling themselves various social sciences.

 

I got stood up by my psychologist this afternoon. Wait, this is good news and the story ends well.

She simply didn't show up for our appointment which I had confirmed last week via voicemail on her business line, you know, that phone number on her business card. She said that she didn't get it, and I guess she really doesn't get it. Understood this as a sign that I am OK after all and that she probably thought to herself that this guy couldn't be helped after I babbled on for an hour straight during our first session while she scrambled to take notes. I think she may have come to the sordid conclusion that some people are better left to work it out on their own, or that she simply doesn't have the skills to help me due to her personal problems or shortcomings. I called her on her cell after an hour of sitting like a dumb ass in a sterile waiting room with shitting coffee table books about well being.

" Nicole, this is Alex, where the hell were you at 4, we had an appointment."

"Oh shit, I am am so sorry, I didn't get the confirmation message."

"How do you stay in business with excuses like that ?"

"We should reschedual", she rebuddled.

"Sure call me tomorrow, I don't have my agenda with me right now."

Bullshit.

I called her back an hour later and flushed her once I had secured another "professional" through employee services at "hoark" who agreed to take me on as a patient. God bless them. This should be good, apparently this jack has 17 years experience and is a man my age, so maybe he will at least understand something about what I am living these days.

Again, there is nothing good about growing old no matter what the Reader's Digest says.

Oh well.

So I then decided to stop by my favorite bar in Montreal and met this 3rd year 25 year old psychology student named Libby who needed to talk. I listened and admired her youthful disposition and energy as I paid careful heed to what she was saying and thinks about what she wants to be later and all the wonderful things she wants to do with her life. It reminded me of all the possibilities I use to embody, question and live to the tits via that youthful context of being prime and lively and interested in all things surrounding me.

Best therapy for me tonight was to listen, and even though I do not charge 140 bones an hour, I felt that I was doing well once we said goodnight. I was validated somehow as less than obsolete. Just cost me a couple of wobbly pops to have Libby yak it up.

All good I say.

 

You're a good writer.

 

Just got a new phone, a Samsung Galaxy S8. Lighter than my old Xperia, which decided to go nuts with "ghost touch" syndrome. I was going to replace the old Xperia with a new one until I realized that between my wife and I, we'd had four repair-center hardware malfunctions, but we only own three Xperias. Sounds like I shouldn't have been so happy with it after all, here's hoping the Samsung doesn't set fire to my groin or anything.

 

*removes self from grave*

I got a job in an office! Like, a proper one. I have my own door, even.

And I get a whole hour for lunch. And someone is taking a cake decorating class so there's free cake all the time.

<.< The vampires are doin okay. I might actually be able to write on my lunch and get this thing moving again.

 

I'm not sure if this is happy, or nerve-wracking. I just quit my job of 11 years, and I'm moving out of state in two weeks. Oh yeah, and I bought a house... I dunno wtf I'm doing, but at least I won't be doing it in Texas anymore.

 

I was walking down the block today and ended up finding a street vendor selling books. I love those kinds of stalls as you never know what books you'll find there. As soon as I neared the stand, I spotted something of a gem sitting on the center table surrounded by other books - the entire Series of Unfortunate events in a, rather used box. Quickly, I offered the man fifty dollars for the lot of them and, unbelievably, he took it and I found myself carrying the big box plus my briefcase all the way home. While the series is truly unfortunate, my luck in finding the entire 13 of them in very good conditioning is just, well, awesome.

 

WE'RE BACK UP!

Checked my WF when I woke up today. 18 notifications, clicked on it, and the whole site crashed for eight hours.

Sorry, don't know what I did

 

I'm afraid we never made more than one copy of the One Key.

 

Unfortunately, nobody. We have mods, but only one owner (@Daniel) and one admin (@Wreybies). Us mods are merely "street-level" superheroes; Daniel and Wreybies are cosmic beings with powers we can only barely begin to understand.