I’ve forgotten how. I can have moments of joy and get merry with alcohol and others. But I haven’t maintained happiness throughout my 20s. I’m 30 now. I’m well above average intelligence, and I can make a cynical assessment of anything, almost anything. Thing is I don’t know if I’m relating a truthful statement along the lines of “the truth hurts,” or I’ve managed to find the cynical view for almost everything. Mate, this is faaaaaaaaaaaaaaacked.