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100 Days Of Happy

Hello world!

So I have been a slacker.  My bad.

I guess it's a good thing nobody reads this crap.

Ok, so.  Point of this post.  I'll get to that now, I suppose.

There's this challenge going around the social media world, 100 Happy Days.  The point is that people suck at being happy and this is a little experiment to see if people can find one thing every day that makes them happy. And over 100 days everything is supposed to be rainbows, butterflies, unicorns and glitter.  I am paraphrasing of course. According to their website, 71% of the people that have started this challenge have quit, saying that they don't have time. Apparently we live in a culture where we don't have time to be happy. This concerns me. However, we all know I am not the happiest person.  Actually, currently I am not happy at all.

Well, if we are being honest with each other it goes deeper than not being happy.   Hurt, angry, enraged, upset, aching, pissed, confused. Yeah those sum up my feelings a think.  I guess in general "unhappy" could cover it.

Anyways, I went to 100happydays.com and registered for this challenge.  You can pick your social media format, Instagram, Facebook, or twitter. I picked Instagram.  You can also pick your own hashtag. I though about #thisisstupid but went with the generic #100HappyDays.

I don't think doing this challenge is going to me into a ray of sunshine, but maybe by taking the time to find something every day that makes me happy, maybe at least ill smile more. And maybe I'll find a way to make myself happy instead of relying on someone else.

Anyways, if you are reading this, first I thank you for taking tome to read my rumblings, and secondly, I challenge you to 100 Happy Days.

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