...happiness is pastel

[3 Legged Donkey]

with plenty of fodder.

Yes fodder is good as is being hand fed... carry on.

 

[purple_angel]

Shit Yui! You got me whistling the song now!!

 

[Dar~]

donkey . . . I would think that happiness is an unending bucket of oats?

 

[3 Legged Donkey]

With or without hay?

With of course. What kind of donkey do you take me for?

 

[3 Legged Donkey]

donkey . . . I would think that happiness is an unending bucket of oats?

Oh yes, I gets me plenty of oats.

 

[LadyJeanne]

I resisted being advised to curb my passions when I was in therapy. I didn't want to become pastel. I love really spicy food; I drink absinthe. I wear bright colours. But maybe that's becuase England is such a pastel country, with bland food and bland weather. This green and pleasant country conspires against passion.

See, here's the thing: The more dramatic your highs are, the more dramatic your lows...a frenetic sine wave. A more balanced happiness wave is achieved by dampening the lows and the highs.

But I don't know how much of a choice it is, really. Muted or vivid, you just are.

 

[purple_angel]

With of course. What kind of donkey do you take me for?

WEll you know! You could be a minimalist type!

 

[Dar~]

white canvas big streak of black paint!

 

[NoJo]

Look at the stars; look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along; I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow -- Coldplay, "Yellow"

Jimi Hendrix summed it up for me:


Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour

Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand

Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on

But they’re all bold as love, yes, they’re all bold as love
Yeah, they’re all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria

Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round

My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I’m trying to say it’s frigthened like me

And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from
Giving my life to a rainbow like you

But, I’m, I’m bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I’m bold, bold as love
I’m bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)

 

[purple_angel]

Jimi Hendrix summed it up for me:


Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour

Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand

Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on

But they’re all bold as love, yes, they’re all bold as love
Yeah, they’re all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria

Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round

My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I’m trying to say it’s frigthened like me

And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from
Giving my life to a rainbow like you

But, I’m, I’m bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I’m bold, bold as love
I’m bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)

That would be his Purple Haze phase?

Hey what about purple though - no one has taken the challenge to define it!

 

[Goldie Munro]

Happiness is what ever colour you want it to be!!

 

[3 Legged Donkey]

Puce.

 

[Dar~]

I think happiness is in everything. If you are willing to search it out there is happiness in almost everything. In bad news there is always a good side. in death there is always rebirth.

 

[shereads]

The closest I can get to happiness is forgetting to wonder whether I am.

The late Spalding Gray, that beacon of twilight for the chronically depressed, said in an interview that he had learned to love skiing for the same reason he loved sex: they forced him to be in the moment.

"The moment you say to yourself, 'hey, I'm skiing really fast,' you aren't anymore."

Apparently the same applies to swimming in the East River.



Don't listen to Spalding Gray.

(I still get a thrill watching "Swimming to Cambodia." I just laugh less since he took the permanent water nap.)

 

[Liar]

Happiness is being able to say "this doesn't suck" about life. When improvement of one's life is based on want, and not need.


As for colors....octarine?

 

[LadyJeanne]

As for colors....octarine?

Are you just making up words now?

 

[shereads]

Happiness is being able to say "this doesn't suck" about life.

A valid theory, and one that has gotten me through more than a few bad times. Rating one's circumstances with a Suck Factor of 1 thru 10 (10 being hungry and homeless and sick in a foreign land that your country is about to invade; aka Level Orange) is a way of bringing perspsective. Unfortunately, for the clinically depressed at a low moment, it only makes things worse to realize that other people's lives suck a lot more and they handle it better. It just makes you feel more ashamed.

Today I'm not depressed. Suck Factor: 3

What is your Suck Factor? (Not that kind of sucking, gutterbrains.)

 

[OhMissScarlett]

I'm so glad I'm not the only one who thought that said "paste".

Suck factor? I'll give it a 2, it has no beat and you can't dance to it.

 

[Liar]

Are you just making up words now?

Lady, educate thyself!

 

[Samandiriel]

I shudder at the title of this thread.

 

[kendo1]

Happiness is pure white, not pastel.

 

[logophile]

I resisted being advised to curb my passions when I was in therapy. I didn't want to become pastel. I love really spicy food; I drink absinthe. I wear bright colours. But maybe that's becuase England is such a pastel country, with bland food and bland weather. This green and pleasant country conspires against passion.

I knew I loved you for a reason, Joe.

I was told again today that I'm too intense. I tried to be less intense for years. I was worse than pastel. I was mauve and gray corporate art. And then I had a nervous breakdown. So now I'm deep red. In everything that I do. Suits me, actually.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I knew I loved you for a reason, Joe.

I was told again today that I'm too intense. I tried to be less intense for years. I was worse than pastel. I was mauve and gray corporate art. And then I had a nervous breakdown. So now I'm deep red. In everything that I do. Suits me, actually.

You are beautiful vivid.

Suck Factor? Today about a 3.1. Elevated anxiety with moderate chance of paranoia and self-recrimination.

You're staring at me again. Dammit, why do I say such stupid things?

 

[LadyJeanne]

I was told again today that I'm too intense.

I don't understand this. Too intense for what? Aren't people supposed to have emotions anymore? To feel things? To care? And why does it matter to other people whether you're intense or not? Why do they think they're supposed to do anything about it?

Intensity rocks! I'd rather be vivid and shiny than bland and dull. I'd rather feel than be numb. I'd rather be expressive than keep it all locked inside.

Prozac anyone?

 

[LadyJeanne]

You are beautiful vivid.

Suck Factor? Today about a 3.1. Elevated anxiety with moderate chance of paranoia and self-recrimination.

You're staring at me again. Dammit, why do I say such stupid things?