

Yeah, I’m a feminist. I’m also a masculinist.
Basically, if there’s not a good reason to prevent you from doing something, you shouldn’t be fucking prevented from doing it.
Who or what you were born as, or what you identify as, in and of itself, is not a good fucking reason.
Motherfuckers that try to prevent other people from living their own lives because of their own assumptions need to fucking fuck off.
I think happiness is more generally defined as the absence of things that make you unhappy rather than a tangible thing itself.
Kind of like how cold is defined by the absence of heat.
The issue is, is that people think that happiness is a concrete thing, and so when they are asked if they are happy, they start looking for some like joyous positive, buoyant, radiant, plus in their lives.
And then, when they don’t find it, it makes them wonder if they are not happy.
Happiness is the capacity to be engaged with your life under your own volition.
If you have that, even if you don’t feel the way you think happiness should feel, you are happy.
Happiness is not contentment.
Happiness is not joy.
Happiness is not a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day.
Happiness is being alive and present in your center.
If you feel like you are not happy, that is what you should aim for. All of the other things will work themselves out in the process.