People are beautiful. Even when people are awful, they are still beautiful because their awfulness shows their humanness and vulnerability and nothing is more attractive to me than those two things. Humanness and vulnerability = BOING! "Boing" is the sound of a boner. But anyway, I guess not all awful people are beautiful. I don't want you to think that I think mass murderers and rapists and terrorists and evil dictators are beautiful, because they aren't. Right? I am not sure where I'm going with this, except to say that I feel so so so happy lately. WHY?! WHY MUST I FEEL JOY?! Because joy = BOING!
My family makes me happy. Megan makes me happy. Naps make me happy and nappy. Food makes me happy and alive. Grass (both actual grass and hippie grass, man) makes me happy. Walks and hikes and anything to do with being outside makes me happy. Iron supplements make me happy. Salt Lake City makes me happy. The desert is my lifeline. Lifelines make me happy. I have a lot of boners these days, you guys and girls and gender neutral readers.
What has gotten into me aside from food and iron? Why am I so lovey dovey wooey gooey? Could it be the sun? The sleep? The lack of a highly stressful job? Sure, sure, and sure. I think it mostly has to do with letting go of the tight grip I have on every aspect of my life. Giving in is blissful. And we all know that blissful = BOING! Boing on, creatures of the earth. Boing on.