“What makes you happy?”
I had a sneaky suspicion the other day that I was depressed. I told my mom and this is what she asked me. I thought about it for a little bit. I have before. I still do. Good music makes me happy. I thoroughly enjoy just sitting and listening to music by myself. It’s better with someone else, but it’s hard to find someone with my taste in music. I was extremely fortunate to have a couple of incredible friends (one was my roommate) at college that enjoy what I would call good music as well. We would sit and listen to each other’s amazing discoveries, enlighten each other as to why a band was good, or critique the band when they did
something too often, not often enough (if at all), and so on.
Music makes me happy. I thought more about it later…there are precious few things that make me happy these days, but boy do I love music. I cling to it. I’m energized by it. I’m inspired by it. Often times an incredible song can make my day. When I heard the Stars’ “Your Ex-Lover is Dead” I hummed it for days. I listen to Sigur Ros’ “Staralfur” frequently for peace. Sufjan Stevens’ “John Wayne Gacy Jr.” inspires me to live with integrity. Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge Over Troubled Water” makes me want to love a woman with respect and chivalry. I could go on.
That said, coffee also makes me happy. It’s just like music, though…the only thing worse than no coffee is bad coffee (kudos to my mom for that phrase).
