I'm not a happy person to begin with. I am a content person though, and surely not a sad person. ...but like you, I do not truly know what makes me happy. My little niece does when she hugs me, I think that's about it.
I think I"m gonna get some good sex tonight.... she's doing something..... i don't know what, and that usually means I end up getting really good sex
her and I both know THAT won't be happening until the 13th, which just happens to be a Friday. :cheers2:
That's the sweetest post I've ever seen from you Rubin. Not rude at all... you do have a heart down in there.
I support this message. Walking cures all. And I mean, loooong walks. In my college years I used to walk 6 hours a day. No kidding. My whole life was classes and walking. :cheers2:
If I was an MD I would make everyone walk (supervized every other day for two weeks) before I would consider medication. I wish I got fat a few years earlier so I cared about walks. i never would have went on meds.