Lovely Happy People

Why is it that sometimes when you are having a bad day and you are sure that there is nothing, I repeat NOTHING that can make you smile; when suddenly you embark upon an unexpected encounter with an unexpected stranger and you smile. They smile and together you have created positive energy, just like that. There are strangers that make you smile but there are also those that we truly love and cherish that make us smile.

Those that know our shortcomings and our strengths know exactly how to tickle our mind in that special way to make us feel good, however, they also, in the same way have the power to make you feel really really angry. They know how to push you buttons. Then again the stranger can do the same, I mean is it really necessary to start yelling at the bad driver on the road? That is what really bothers me, people that get so...angry over the slightest little moments, when these moments be handled with grace and maturity. That is what lovely happy people do, they handle things with grace and maturity.

For example, a few weeks ago, after taking a Ritalin dose to help complete my university studies as quickly and efficiently as possible I decided that it was time to go for my monthly Brazilian. Of course, a man was * not * the reason for this adventure. Or was he? Regardless, I am completely hopped up on Ritalin and I go into the salon, I am wearing my beautiful and bold dark framed old school ray ban glasses, which everyone thinks are fake, but really they are for seeing. Yes, seeing the world through a pair of ray ban glasses while on Ritalin really makes things seem quite fantastic. So we proceed. The lovely Australian girl working at the salon takes me to the back, where I strip off my bottoms and lay down on the torture chair. I am ready, what awaits me? I wonder if the pain will somehow seem worse from the Ritalin and I am wondering if my blabbering words and sense of humor are too much for the lady in charge of my monthly torture session? However, she must find it quite funny as I lay there with my legs open waiting for her to pull out every one of those dark pubic hairs, of course, still sporting the dark framed ray ban glasses. Of course she handles the situation like a lovely happy person and gladly entertains me with polite conversation while making sure to complete her work meticulously. After a few painful moments and me grinning ear to ear even though my hands are sweating and clenches I realize that my vagina looks like that of a 12 year old girl. This is excellent, even if my soul is old and my body is twice that of 12 I can feel young. It can also be my secret. After the awkward between the ass and vagina waxing I am finished. She leaves the room, I get dressed and then pay $85- sunshine tax included, obviously. The price you pay for living in a tourist town.

I go home and show my roommates my lovely newly waxed treasure and they giggle with happiness or at my goofiness or possible even the willingness to share my lovely smooth 12 year old girl vagina with them.

The roommates are lovely happy people. I am a happy person. I love lovely happy people. Through all moments and adventures in life people are vital and we need to see the dreary sad ones too to really know how lovely and happy the others are.

Peace and Love.