of happiness

i pity those who can't stand being around lonely people. i especially pity those who pity lonely people. to them, loneliness is a disease and, in a frantic effort to not catch that disease, they make fun of lonely people behind their backs just to feel good about themselves and the emptiness of their carefree souls. loneliness is not the opposite of happiness. i think that the only legitimately happy people are those who are most in touch with the loneliness that lies within their very core and accept it. the rest aren't really happy. they are just fooling themselves to be so.