Before I start, yes, I do know the title is as typical and cliché as they come, but it’s the perfect title for what I want to talk about, so fuck it. I think I’m going to start a collection of things in a pursuit of happiness, a sort of guidelines to what I think can make you happy, or me happy, it’s weird because I’m writing this for me, but I know you will be reading it, so I’ll write as if these rules are for you. I hope that’s okay. Anyway, happiness, it’s something that everybody wants and craves, and rightly so, it’s fucking awesome, but it’s not always as obtainable as you think. It can be really fucking hard to be happy, especially when the world is telling you not to be, and your brain is doing everything in its power to keep you from it, because let’s face it, brains are douches as well. Happiness can be found in the craziest and most embarrassing places, and also in the places you would expect.
Rule 1: Dance
I guess I’ll start with the one sure-fire way I know of cheering myself up and feeling just that little bit more happier, especially when I’m feeling like I want to lay in bed all year watching nothing but Netflix, eating a mixture of Doritos and Pringles, and only getting up to shower when my bed actively kicks me out in fear of my own well being. My way of overcoming these shitty feelings, is by dancing.
I’m not talking about any type of dancing, you don’t have to be Billy fucking Elliot, you can bust out anything, I’m talking the type of moves Chandler does on his wedding day because his shoes are too slippery for the dance floor, I’m talking about the embarrassing dance moves your dad does around the house and brings you nothing but shame, I’m talking about the no holds barred dancing, the breaking down and busting a move dancing, the type of dancing nobody in the light of day will ever see you doing in fear that their mental capacities could not control the awesomeness and their brains would turn to mush. Okay, that last one was a bit much, but I’m being serious, lock your door, open up your guilty pleasures playlist (because we all have one) , whack in your headphones, turn that shit up to eleven, and just dance around your room with no judgement, you feel silly at first, but trust me, it fucking works. It always cheers me right up, and hopefully, it will cheer you up too.
I’ll write some more shit when I find more avenues for happiness.
Until then, good luck on your dancing adventures, God speed.