Do you wake up every morning with a spring in your step and a smile on your face, eager to face the day? Why?
no. because i am not a morning person. but i do consider myself quite happy, given the number of reasons i have not to be.
all the time. because.
embracetrees
Like mother like daughter.
My mother is a miserable person so if it’s genetic it’s from another generation. Everything IN my life isn’t sublimely happy, but I am still like a twelve year old. I get excited on roller coasters and my stomach flips if I get to go to the beach. I wake up that way and usually go to bed that way. I have a ton of energy and am rarely depressed. I sleep like a rock and live life like I mean it - I only get one chance and I am taking it for all it’s worth.
I get on people’s nerves with it actually.
…of all the meds im taking. 
No, I get up each day with a crick in my neck, stubble on my face and am completely uneager to face the day before I have a coffee in one hand and a fag in the other. After that though, it’s all roses.
Why…? Why not…?
No, I get up every day contemplating yet another shady silhouette day. I hate mornings. I want to cry when social commitments demand that I should yank out of my concatenated bed to meet them. When I get up I can still feel the burden of yesterday’s inflictions pushing on my shoulders. After I shake them, I become my usual self, the lively and active Mucius Scevola. When the hour for slumber creeps again, so does the conviction that I have generally accomplished less than I had planned and have been, all-round, not a very good person. On a regular basis I live, but the extremes of the day are marked by bitterness and grinding of teeth.
‘Happiness’ is the opium of masses.
Fuck no.
I am not a very pleasent person to be around in the moring as this post clearly demonstrates.
Ok. Now I’m happy. I made a funny.
I’ll wake up and masturbate
That usually puts a spring in something… maybe not my step.
no. even with all the meds. is that selfish?
haha… that’s funny to me because i’m american… not funny to you because you’re british or something. but it’s funny to me. sorry. had to point it out.
No, not every morning…
It all depends on how and when I got to sleep, it seems. If I go to sleep thinking pleasing, inspiring thoughts then I tend to wake up in a similar frame of mind (possibly to do with dreams, I dunno) whereas if I go to bed thinking about something worrying or tedious then I tend to not be motivated when I wake up. I sleep on a futon, so getting out of bed means going from being 6 inches off the ground to being 6 feet off the ground. If this is done too rapidly I invariably fall over and go back to bed…
I have a repulsion of Jesus nowadays : )
In common with wishing to talk to someone else at a party if whoever I’m with looks likely to embark upon a James Bond inspired monologue.
Fiction doesn’t make me happy. It used to.
If I wake up in the morning happy. It’s my decision.
There’s only so much to figure out. A far-out explanation is not necessary. Everything boils down evaporating.
Like your memory of this post of mine.
Come back happiness.
I personally don’t, but I’d like to take a moment to point out the pioneers of the happy morning for my generation. Mr. Rogers and Captain Kangaroo. These two men alone are probably responsible for at least a million happy mornings for people around thirty years old, all over the world.
Captain, Mr. Rogers, if you’re out there, we at ILP would like to give a shout out to you in thanks for the many happy mornings you have given us.
I think they even sell the Mr. Rogers sweater at Wal-Mart. That blue, low v-collared cotton sweater. I won’t wear one, but when I see one I think you, Mr. Rogers.
Thanks again, and yes, I would like to be your neighbor. I heard you had a coke habit and if you can get me a gram for a Grant, I’ll be your friend too.