I was thinking (as I clearly should be)... What makes people happy? And is it possible to create happiness in contrived situations, or is it only possible to make people feel a 'nice' sensation. Hmmm. Films and music and books and stuff make me happy. But also people do - and parties, and experiences. Is there a difference between the happiness a nice song makes me feel and the happiness of seeing my baby sister? Of course. I guess then I'm concerned in recreating the nice, almost superficial happiness that comes with superfluous things. It's nice. Oh yeah - I smiled at strangers today in Liverpool Street Station. They either thought I was a fruit, or they thought I was on drugs. But either way they smiled back. And I felt much better for smiling.
This blog business is strange...