It's summer. It's the feeling of taking off your shoes and feel the fresh grass between your toes, eating ice cream in the humid air with sunglasses on and friends around, sticking your head out of a car window on a summery day and laughing with no apparent reason other than happiness. I like the word happiness. It is so fulfilled and descriptive and .. perfect.

Happiness to me is doing something you hadn't planned.
Planning means expectations, expectations means false hope, false hope means disappointments, so to put it like this - planning means getting disappointed.


Other than my (almost) daily rambling I'll add that.. I've gotten bangs! (Yes, omgomg). Oh well, I wasn't supposed to cut it like that, but my hairdresser and I talked vaguely about the next appointment, and I asked her if my face was too round to fit bangs, and she turned around with scissors in hand and said with a smile, "well no, wanna try it now?" After I had gotten over the first shock I agreed with doubtful eyes and cut, cut, cut, I got bangs for the first time of my life(as far as I can recall). It's strange.., I always feel like there's something in my face(well yeah, there is in a way) and try to get it away. I just have to get used to it.
So, perhaps it's a part of achieving happiness to get bangs? Doing something nonplanned? Haha, I dunno, well I guess I like it!
I can see that I write a lot about weather, but since it's mostly weather, music and friends that control my mood then, yeah, I'll write about weather!
Song of the day: Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles.
What is your summer feeling?
Do you have or had bangs?
Woop Woop.

woop woop
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