Oh, I believe it's real. I just think it's a strange thing to pursue as the best we can hope is a general state of contentedness. Happiness is closer to euphoria than that.
Certainly, and the resulting "drop" from that euphoria is usually contentment. For me, anyway. All the same, I wish you well on your way to finding whatever it is you seek.
Can't sustain euphoria without doing damage. I know. Meds also regulate the highs as well. Else follows mania. Purpose can lead to contentment, but balance is all.
Looks like the Potvin family has kicked COVID-19 and can end their isolation tomorrow. My wife tested positive 10 days ago. She's a nurse, and after miraculously dodging bullets for four weeks, she finally get hit when her facility went up in "flames" two weeks ago. Thankfully, she never really got sick... some mild symptoms for a few days, and then one day of screaming headaches, vomiting, chills, and the like. But since then, about 6 days ago, she essentially felt normal, with only some mild congestion and a temporary loss of taste and smell. As for me? Not even a sniffle. I'm either immune do to the presence of anti-bodies, which may have been preexisting, but the Department of Health seems to think that I was able to produce them when the virus made the fatal mistake of trying to enter my body. Or I just happened to be asymptomatic. They're not sure, and they told me not to get tested because the test is unreliable without symptoms, but because I was directly exposed from my wife, they put me into the same isolation protocol as if I had been sick. So not only were we unable to leave the house, but we also had to isolate from each other. Do you have any idea how fucking hard that is? Not being able to come within ten feet of your spouse? Taking isolation down to the room level in your own house? She had one bathroom and I had the other. She stayed in the bedroom and I stayed in the living room. She wasn't able to enter the kitchen, so I had to do all the meals, bring her coffee, ice chips when she was dry-heaving, etc. I was happy to do it. It at least gave me the illusion of control over my own life, at least for the ten minute intervals when something needed doing. But besides that--at least for those first few days--life has been nothing but moments of incomprehensible terror interspersed with long periods of boredom. But behind all of that was relief. We figured from the start that she would go down eventually. How could she avoid it? She was on the front lines dealing with sick people every day. Yet somehow the weeks passed and nothing happened, and it got to the point where we thought, gee, we must have had it already. No way in hell we can still be healthy otherwise. So, yeah, I'm happy. I can actually hug my wife again. I'm not doing jumping jacks, though. Three residents of her nursing facility have already died and the prognosis for the rest of them is somewhere between dire and guaranteed fatal. And plenty of nurses younger than my wife have died, too. And I'm not technically out of the woods yet. I'm supposed to isolate for an additional 14 days once she's cleared, which I will do insofar as avoiding grocery stores and other people, but I'm still going to take walks while wearing a mask and such. After not leaving the house for almost two weeks? Nobody's stopping me from that.
Silver lining, part 2: Our weekly Zoom chat has expanded to include cousins in California who we haven't spoken to in a coon's age.
@Earp Is that how they measure time in Raccoon City? --- My English professor said that my problem-solution paper on depression and suicide was the "most ambitious", I'm on track for what might be the first 100% he's given on that assignment, and asked what my plans are for the future. Needless to say, I did not know that I was having Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner until I decided to have Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner, and I do not know what is happening tomorrow (or later today now, seeing it is what tomorrow was). He asked what my major is and if I'd considered a master's program after the first four years. Told him in an email that I really appreciated his feedback on my rough draft, and that I'm a journalism major who has daily second-guesses about being a journalism major, an official considerer of teaching English, and a certified probably-master's program partaker.
I sweer to Gohd, If you start calling each other 'biscuit', I will steal a plane and fly your asses to Christmas Island!
Assuming CT doesn't fall out of the plane from all the butter. Which one? The Canadian, Floridian, or Australian one? It will help me to pack right.