tags for bags.

Things that make me happy:

Women in green dresses. Or really green in just some form or fashion.

The dog when he stands at the top of the stairs and watches me walk in from work and wags his tail and is excited.

Flirting at the register (though this at times is also nerve wracking)

Watching films in the company of others.

Writing. Sort of. Sometimes this is more a source for frustration than it is anything else but this is just my needing to put some more practice in. Get back to where I once was. Become better.

Burritos.

Being alone but also being in love. Companionship. Not a need for someone, but the desire to do things for someone. I, like most people, find myself wondering about this whole love thing from time to time. Whether a sham or not. Having someone to share things with.

I suppose routine makes me happy but so does spontaneity and so does walking and walking purposelessly but doing it for some cathartic sake and nothing else, but I guess this is purpose.

There are other things. There are a countless number of people who have made me happy over the course of my life. Some of them no longer do. Perhaps some won't in the future. I hope I make them happy, and think that I do. And am equally sorry for the wretched things I have done to people that have been dear to me.

This became a strange list.