Sometimes happiness finds weird, unexpected ways to get to you. This is one of those craziest days when happiness got me off guard. I am elated, ecstatic, and jubilant. The word is crazy. I am SO happy that I was waving my hands frantically in the air, laughing and dancing. Now I m not a dancing person yet I am going wild and doing some horrifying dance moves. I know because my brother shot an exasperated look at me. I just hope he doesn’t call 1122, the rescue team.
After every sentence I jump off the bed and run around in frenzy and feel so light. So jovial, so weightless like I have all the time in the world! I had a lot of soda/ Pepsi and that makes me high. There is a very nice word for people who are drunk. Yes I think its inebriate. I am bent on my stomach, one leg under me and one hanging down the bed. There is a hair clip in my jacket pocket sandwiched between my stomach and lap. It’s disturbing me, pinching me in ribs with its pointed side yet I haven’t changed my position.
Its euphoria all over; around me, above me, beneath me, beside me, in me, out me- everywhere! Do you think it’s normal to feel so out of skin and grin from ear to ear and from chin to forehead after midnight?
I am like a noodle when I try a dance move. I just realized that. Because I stand, drop my pencil on the bed, raise my wobbly arms in mid air and wriggle them, nod my head to some music only I can hear and then drop back to the bed like a noodle falling off the fork.
This is absolutely beyond my comprehension that a dose of highness can be triggered by a soft drink to this crazy, idiotic extreme! I feel like someone who just won a lottery. A drunkard’s laugh in the background...
p.s I really don’t know if this qualifies to be on my blog but can anyone expect something sober from me right now? No. exactly.
update* watch this song..i youtubed the word 'happy' later when i was sober and this is what i got.. : /