"Once I finally get a really nice boyfriend, my life will be complete." "If I get approved for a loan to buy that adorable Jeep Wrangler, I'll be content." "Maybe constructing a vision board out of magazine clippings will be the answer." "If I can get that amazing writer job I applied for, then I'll be happy."
I've had nice boyfriends, adorable cars and was hired to work my dream gig at this here Dumb As A Blog. I have a stupid collage hanging on my wall. I've read The Secret. And I'm still a miserable butthole most of the time, continuously searching for those fleeting moments of happiness. This is why I go shopping. And this is why our idea of happiness is a twisted, sad, dumb mess.