Happy, but not sad

Not to brag, but I had an awesome theory, at least for a few days.

The world, I decided, is not black and white, so why does your emotional state need to be? Sure, I am unhappy a fair bit of the time, but that does not at all mean I am sad. That happens less frequently.

And, I further decided, maybe I just need to accept my unhappiness.

I hardly got the theory out of my mouth before my counselor threw water on it. She actually wants me to work to be happy.

For the lazy, like me, work is fundamentally bad, so becoming happy might mean making me sad.