They say that our "true nature" comes out when we are alone and nobody else is watching. If that is the case, I seem to be profoundly sad much of the time.
I don't think about it much, because I keep myself busy, I give my time and energy to other people, and I don't think about myself all that much. But then, when I do stop sometimes and I'm forced to think about myself, I'm just lonely and sad.
I wish I could be one of the perpetually happy people. I kinda envy those people that can get happy by buying things for themselves. I'm sure I could do that, if it would help. I don't want to smother it with alcohol or tobacco, I know that isn't the way. What is a man supposed to do?
I recall the Simon and Garfunkel song: "I am a rock. I am an island. And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries."
... yeah, right.