Happiness Is A State Of Mind

I was thinking all day yesterday,

what I was going to write about?

Yet,

I couldn't come up with a decent idea worthy of somebody wanting to read it.

Then,

I was given the story I was looking for.

At two-thirty this morning,

I was awakened by a loud motorcycle revving its engine,

and the noisy voices of my drunk next door neighbor

and his friend.

This is the same person who constantly calls the

Police

on me for the slightest noise at my house.

He takes pictures of the cars that drive up to my house,

and apparently,

gives those photos to the

Officer,

who is dispatched to investigate the complaint.

This is supposedly proof that I am either some kind of

Terrorist,

organizing a plot against humanity,

or I am an exotic animal smuggler,

selling unregistered

Monkeys

to the highest bidder.

Of course,

the

Police

do not take him seriously,

because he himself is a wack job.

They haven't even bothered to knock on my door to question me.

He is in the same category of,

Human Beings,

who will leave notes on your car window,

telling you,

what you are doing wrong in life.

Or,

if he sees you,

he will tell you,

that the parking spot in front of his house,

is his alone,

and for no one else.

He will say ignorant things like,

"It is illegal for you to park there. I am the only one aloud to park there!"

Once,

a couple years back,

when this girl started making a U-turn in front of me,

right in front of his house,

I hit her head on.

He came to his front door when the

Police

arrived,

and started yelling that I had contraband in the trunk of my car

and they should arrest me.

First,

the

Police

said the accident was the girl's fault because she was on her

Cell Phone.

Second,

she didn't look for oncoming traffic before pulling away from the curb.

Third,

this neighbor of mine,

wasn't even brave enough to come outside of his home to accuse me of

Drug Smuggling.

He stayed behind a locked screen door so the

Police

would not arrest him for being a

Public Nuisance.

Fourth,

the

Officer

at the scene of the accident asked me

if I wanted him to have a word with my neighbor

and if he could draw him outside,

maybe he could arrest him for

Disturbing The Peace.

Because of his constant use of profanity towards me,

that the whole neighborhood could hear.

I said no,

because after he was released,

he would be worse with his belligerence,

when he knew the

Police

were not around.

You see,

I have kids,

and as long as he directs his anger towards me,

and not them,

I can put up with it.

  I feel sorry for the poor fellow.

It must be awful to go through life angry all the time.

I think he picks on his neighbors,

to make himself feel better.

Yet,

I have never seen him enjoy himself,

or be happy.

Except when he is drunk.

He is always complaining

or mad about something.

It must really piss him off that his wife,

which he seems to fight with on a regular basis,

is neighborly towards me.

I'm such a nice guy.

She just cannot help herself.

But,

I guess,

he sees me as a threat since I am not miserable like he is.

To change,

to

"Be Happy,"

he needs to stop worrying about me,

and everyone else in the neighborhood!

He needs to worry about taking care of his family,

and treating them with respect.

Then,

maybe happiness,

might be able to creep inside his

Mind,

Heart,

and

Soul.

This is,
I Am So Glad That I Found The Secret To Happiness,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

 That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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