I asked Sam if he ever got sad.  Just, sad.  No reason for it.  Maybe a move triggered it.  He isn't looking forward for the future.  He wishes his arm didn't hurt so much.  You know, just sad.  Blues.  Moping.

But he looked at me like I was crazy.  Like feeling disappointment was such a weak, unhealthy thing for a person to do.

I had thought that everyone felt upset or slightly discontent every once in a while.  For a minute.  Each month.  But maybe I'm wrong.  Maybe I get blue over too many things.  Like elephants without tusks.  Or racism.  Or college versus romance.  Or Fitzwilliam Darcy moving away.  Or a lost friend.

It is in my belief that feeling sad here and there makes happiness more memorable.


side note: then, I was listening to his elder brother's music and his lyrics show that he, too, gets sad here and there.  And he's a happy, fun guy.  Maybe it's just when he's around people, but even faking happiness has its truths, right?

http://brandon.pulpexplosion.com/faith.html

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