| The I-person thinks that, in general, life is actually fun. 'That I'm pretty happy, with my life and stuff, and all those things, how it goes with my friends, and that sometimes you feel really down for a while, but then someone suddenly shows up and frequently puts his/her tongue down your throat, and the way you call that a relationship and stuff, and that you're suddenly very happy, not just happy, but really goddamn happy, so happy that you would actually love to say it without hesitation, like: "Hey, I'm happy," like you have to restrain yourself not to throw the windows open and to shout at unwary bystanders: "Hey unwary bystanders, I'm happy," and that there are people among those unwary bystanders that shout back: "Hey, we are happy too," and then more people arrive and all of them shout: "We are happy," and in the distance you can see people, and you point at them and shout: "Hello! Are you happy?" and they shout back: "Yes, we are happy," and everywhere everyone's happy, and you wave at eachother, and because everyone's so happy, someone suggest to start a club, a club of happy people, and in the street happy people start to cheer, what a good idea, and that club gets started right there, and suddenly people are celebrating the start of this new club, and all of it is just such an extremely happy intention, until a new someone comes walking down the street, and all of you ask: "New someone, are you happy?" and that new someone says: "Happy? Me? Fuck off! I have Cancer," and all of a sudden the crowd is in an uproar, someone is not happy, and the crowd waits resigned, until someone shouts: "Kill him!" and the happy crowd shouts: "Yeah, kill him!" and the crowd kills him, and another someone shouts: "Let's go down town!" and the crowd cheers.' (A part of 'Giph' by Ronald Giphart) (Translated from Dutch) |
| HAPPY |