Hostages

Those with nothing to say, say the most. Hence, I am blogging. Deal with it.

Stable day today, thankfully. Though I suppose there's an unhappy point to be made about that statement too- I class my days as 'stable' or 'bad'. I don't have big ups in mood really, unless it's manic, just days where things are tolerable. I tend to float along see.

Not that I'm never happy. It's just that happiness tends to be more of a fleeting thing, a moment of sheer contentment. You've probably experienced something similar; all of a sudden the planets align, the sun comes out, the world hushes (or gets loud, depending) and you're just happy. Life is filled with complications, confusement, unease. But in that moment, all is a million miles away, and the world feels like its your's.

Then it's gone, and you're back to the rat race.

That's how happiness works for me, unfortunately. The rest of the time is either unhappy or meh. Not that I'm self-pitying; to be so would suggest that I'm not absolutely content with who I am, which isn't true, really.
Seriousness over.

Listening to Frightened Rabbit, the only band you need. Angry Scottish men doing amazing pop songs about meaningless sex and break-ups (or one break-up, specifically). I've blogged about them before and see no need to do so here. Just listen (:



Wonderful. AND you may be hearing that song somewhere else. Perhaps, if it gets recorded xD

Peace out yo,
S.xxx