there is a minor phenomenon in our culture in which non-happiness ironically becomes a raison d'etre. we have effectively sensationalized sadness, and i now (dumbly) feel at times out of the loop to have left the club of people who listen to lua on replay and don't even blink when some other girl tugs her sleeve down over her mound of bracelets. i think all of us were maybe a little sickly determined to have bigger, truer problems than the rest- now i'm almost disappointed to scramble and find none. it should not be that surprising. but still i wonder, how many newly-happier people are fully happy with their happiness.