tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15157689.post2376435002156313928..comments2023-06-17T06:46:44.558-05:00Comments on Diamond Dust: HappinessA.Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10542810587986768786noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15157689.post-11771615369958592112008-08-18T18:11:00.000-05:002008-08-18T18:11:00.000-05:00Ms. Smith, I understand your situation. When I wa...Ms. Smith, I understand your situation. When I was in my twenties, I had to give up my full time job and apartment to move back home with my mom and step-father so I could go back to college and get my degree. <BR/><BR/>I thought this would be ideal, because my controling step-father actually invited me back. Come to find out he just wanted me under his thumb, and once I was there it was hard to move back out because I was now that 16 to 18 credit hours and only working part time.<BR/><BR/>Living back at home caused all my hatred for the man to resurface. It was not cool. I was so happy to get my ass back up out of there. <BR/><BR/>Happiness isn't really all that elusive. It is inside of each of us. You just have to keep in mind that no one can make you feel one way or another. We determine how we feel. This is such a hard concept for people to grasp, but anytime I start feeling angry or depressed, because of what someone else said or did I put it in my head that I can let that bring me down or I can get over it and not let these bastards get me down. <BR/><BR/>I make my own happiness, damn it!One Man’s Opinionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369070920453105981noreply@blogger.com