I was shocked one day when I was asked by a friend if I’m happy. As my friend, she’s supposed to know that already. But as our conversation got going, I realized that I cannot fault her for asking me such a lame question (well- it was perfectly logical from her point of view, and I’ll respect that). It turns out that her concept of happiness is way too different from my own that is why she couldn’t possibly picture me out as being happy in this miserable (again, from her point of view, not mine) existence she believes I am in. I let her ignorance pass however. I consider her my friend after all and so I have to accept that part of her as something I can’t help about.
