Last night, two of my colleagues-turned-friends asked me what makes me happy. This was before they answered the question for themselves. One said something about visiting his countryside back in his native Portugal while another said something about getting recognition for his work. In my defense, i said i love talking to people. Unbelievable as it may sound, i do love talking to people. But i’ve noted that my level of communication drops as soon as i get familiar with a given person. My finest interactions have taken place with random strangers whom you meet and then never meet again. The absence of baggage on how i should behave or talk like or whatever with such people is a unexplainable relief. I guess that makes me happy more than anything.
Happiness quotient
Happiness quotient
Happiness quotient
Last night, two of my colleagues-turned-friends asked me what makes me happy. This was before they answered the question for themselves. One said something about visiting his countryside back in his native Portugal while another said something about getting recognition for his work. In my defense, i said i love talking to people. Unbelievable as it may sound, i do love talking to people. But i’ve noted that my level of communication drops as soon as i get familiar with a given person. My finest interactions have taken place with random strangers whom you meet and then never meet again. The absence of baggage on how i should behave or talk like or whatever with such people is a unexplainable relief. I guess that makes me happy more than anything.