Notes on Happiness for later

I recently read a blub of a book about happiness that clicked so much in my brain i couldn't contain myself. This is here more so for me than for anyone else. Please ignore this, but i just wrote down some lines that i thought would be helpful to myself 
     

When you’re too busy to think

that’s happy

its not a place or at peace

that’s happy

happy is not a thing but the absence of misery

too busy to think

that’s happy.

Dude never answers my texts or calls

i’m weeping over my phone

dude never tells me much at all

and when he does 

i still feel all alone

misery is the name of this drudgery.

But now i’m too busy to care

I’m happy

I work everywhere,

I’m happy.

it’s not a plebeian thing,

to hope for no time to breath,

That’s happy.

last time it took me five years to get over one of you guys

maybe it’s my ISTJ, who knows

but please do appreciate

that I ain’t losing no sleep

now I’m happy.