It's really not: when I'm not obsessing about food or my health or my sister's health (or, let's face it, any one of a number of things!), I'm actually quite a happy person.
I'm happy when my boyfriend comes home from University for the holidays and we drink tea in front of a fire in a tearoom only we know about.
I'm happy when my sister and I are at home together.
I'm happy when I'm with my best friend.
I'm happy (mostly!) when I'm at work and at University.
I'm happy when I'm writing.
I'm happy when I walk home from the bus stop and play my music as loud as I like (and sing fairly loudly too!).
And, yes, I'm happy when I get my first two followers (!!!) and when I hit 800 pageviews. Because then I think that I'm making a little bit of a difference somewhere in the world.
When are you happy?