Happy Happy Joy Joy

It should go without saying but I'm going to say it anyway: I love to be happy!

Being happy makes me so... well... HAPPY!

My friends tease me because I don't like to watch sad movies, and in fact, I often Google the endings of movies before I agree to watch them, just so I can be sure that I'm not walking into a sad trap. If it's going to be sad, I simply won't go. This is to the chagrin of my friends who, by my refusal to watch a certain movie, are unwittingly clued in on how it's going to turn out. While I love the suspense and mystery of the unknown ending, I love being happy more. My reasoning is if I'm already happy (which is what most of us are striving for isn't it, that seemingly elusive happiness?) before I walk into the theater, why walk in and knowingly put myself in a situation that's going to bring me down? That seems so insane and self-defeating! It doesn't matter that I'm watching fictional characters playing out fictional circumstances, the emotions elicited in me are still very real.

As a screenwriter, I'm often tempted to watch certain sad movies for the sake of the good writing. It's a difficult choice for me, especially when I'm familiar with and admire the writer's work and want to experience it. But more often than not, the desire for happiness prevails and I'm content in the sheer knowledge that there's a great piece of work out there and maybe one day my thirst for literary greatness will override my hunger for happiness.

But for now, I just love being happy!