Of Uncreative Titles

It's so weird to me that I could have a great day and post about it but then feel weird about it because it doesn't get a lot of "likes" like where in our society did we learn that our measure of happiness was based on how many taps or clicks of buttons we got?

Sometimes it's hard trying to figure things out, but I'm also realizing it's hard to pretend not knowing the truth doesn't bother me. I'm looking out my window thinking about the last time I felt really happy, and how I could possibly find that same happiness again in my life. The conclusion just came to me: it was not the people I was with, but the fact I was with people. They never treated me right, they never respected me. They just invited me and let me be in their pictures. But if I'm going to do this happiness thing, and I mean really do it, I am going to have to risk being alone just a little longer, in order to not only have people in my life, but the right people.