Just Thinking

I think there's been some sort of misconception the whole world over.

For years and years, it seems that people are looking for the one who will make them happy. And even when they think they've found that special someone, it usually turns out that there is something that comes up that contradicts the whole theory of having that person for their happiness.

Yeah, at the beginning it's fantastic and new and wonderful and can't get enough of each other and holy shit I can't stop smiling this is what it must mean to be the happiest person in the world.

But something happens. Boredom might seep in again ... monotony. Same old same old shows its face again. The relationship just exists.

I don't know. It's just sad.

Why don't more people realize that you don't find someone to make yourself happy ... YOU make YOURSELF happy and then the person who is there gets to come along for the hilarious ride.