Behind the picture

You're not going to find a picture here. That's not the point I want to make. It's not important what I look like. It's not even important what you look like. Well it is, but only because "we" made it that way. I am trying my damnedest not to care.

I do have a picture on my Facebook account. Through their "Social Me" application the most frequent tag I get is "happy." Now through this application you can thank people for calling you something. I don't thank any of the people who call me happy. I get what they are saying. The picture was taken at a great time in my life. I was with good people enjoy them and what I was doing. Or at least trying to.

But, as with most things, I did become unhappy with my life at that time and what was going on. But, as it was not the first time, it did not surprise me. I think it would surprise me if I found true bliss (should it actually exist). So why would someone want to go through life unhappy? It's a great artistic muse. Beyond that, I somehow think bliss exists once you step off the cliff. And I don't like to fall. Figuratively or literally. So I have cloaked myself in suit of protection and that is why I choose not to show you my photo. Whatever you see in it - will it be happiness like the others? - it's not the truth. This is.