I can’t really know for certain, but if you’re human then chances are good you have some prior happinesses that have been rendered unhappy AF.
That sentence may confuse some readers because they may think, for example, “I’ve never liked Abercrombie & Fitch and the people rendering those garments surely are unhappy.” IMO, two shames exist here because, firstable, vintage Abercrombie & Fitch clothing is pretty fine stuff, and secondable, garment making has always been a very hard job.
Did it suck less when the clothes were made in the USA than it does now when made somewhere else? It’s a question worth asking, but if you are of the current generation targeted by A&F then I’m guessing you realize that “AF” is txtspk for “as fuck”. As in, “OMFG, ur dum AF”, or “BRB ima get drnk AF”, or possibly even “this diary is stupid as fuck”.
Diary. LOL.
Happinesses can come and go PDQ, turning on a dime from “This is the SHIT!” to “This is shit” with almost no warning. Sometimes you’ll get a hint of warning that happinesses are under threat of being undone, kinda like when your fortune cookie comes without one. Other times the warning will be clear well in advance but you’ll be unable to see it.
One minute you’re a total bad-ass, wearing red tinted Lennon shades and pushing that ‘78 Eldorado well past 90, top down, finger-drumming Zeppelin’s Four Sticks along the outside of the door as you admire your glasses in the rear view.
Next minute you’re sitting in the shade of the open door, hood up, on the shoulder of I-10 somewhere east of El Paso. Fucking idiot lights and the fucking idiots who thought red was a good color for a warning light. Your happinesses are now officially unhappy AF, but at least the glare won’t hurt your eyes while you wait for the tow truck.
Recently a student told me that he didn’t consider happiness a reliable goal, that it was cruel expectation to guide someone toward a set of happinesses when one’s brain uses idiot lights and rose colored glasses. “Happiness is for cats and other people,” he stated flatly as he ripped the mental health detox hospital ID band from his wrist to expose the good vein. “Cats are stupid AF, so I guess I’ll just become someone else.”