And I think the lot of you are too. Let us think, what defines us precisely as unhappy. Could it perhaps be intraminded social bigotry that goes unnoticed in society until bad feelings have been brought out, or perhaps maybe things that have been said, too much has been said, too little, too prejudiced, to secksy, etcetera.
Or, maybe, it's just because it's a Sunday, and I think we all know what's bad about Sundays: The day where those people have to do the homework they've put off; they day before school starts; the bittersweet notion of having a free day yet being tortured that you're still bound by the ruthless school system and the fact that, someday, someday soon, you will be reassimilated into that very same system.
Or, even more outrageous, an idea that will rock all the ages and all the ages' respective balls: I'm just fucking bored and I have nothing better to do! Yeah, this is it! This is why we're all unhappy, me because I'm writing this piece of shit, and you, who has been suckered in if you're still reading at this point and are terribly unhappy because you're reading this piece of shit. I've just discovered the meaning of unhappiness, and you all now know. Now go and warp the masses with this newfound information, or just sit your fat asses on the couch and do what you've been doing. That works too.
Spite
You know what you should do? Go out and ride a wave runner. Just TRY and not be happy on one of those.