You are a tourist.
when i met you, i wasn’t inclined to tell anyone what was going on between us. people don’t go to psychiatrists and pay good money to talk at length about how happy they are. talking can spoil it. as a rule you don’t settle down at the end of the day with a beer or orange juice or dairy farmers yummy milk and tell your friend the particulars of how you lucked out and how well the day and the week and the year went, unless you are JH, then yes, that’s exactly what you do. we just don’t do that. it’s provocation. you find some other neutral ground. if you’re smart, you keep happiness to yourself, the happiness should speak for itself. you should be able to look at someone even if they’re wearing tracksuit pants at mona vale beach and it makes you feel a little uncomfortable, you should be able to see they are happy. show me you are happy, rather convince me, and i will be happy with you.
