The Pseudoscience of Happy

After decades of research, science has defined happiness in five words: "Happiness is love. Full stop."

Every Buddhist: "Free one's self."
The Electroencephalography test: "Human has capacity for happiness. Can be measured."
Sheldon: "I throw mushroom over wall."

So, to pelt your wife with vegetables or inform her the shopping cart was obviously left by others on purpose because it has a bad wheel?

Here, I intended to write more about others and eventually reach a point where I discussed watching your partner in the shower - this serene freedom - and the cleanse/freedom of water- and ritual.

But I was interrupted by said partner

who wanted to talk about someone who was unhappy

and when they were ever better off

or if they were ever better off

or, really, that they never were

and the attention unhappiness draws

and I am reminded of my own crisis, almost exactly ten months ago, and the attention that drew, but with that attention also closeness - a return, a revisitation of closeness from those I had grown apart from, and somehow crisis is like rebirth, like water, like freedom, like a washing away of things, perhaps crisis necessitates birth/rebirth like a phoenix rising from its own ashes, is this always the symbol?

___________ wet hair, a comb, and a white towel, three feet in front of me.