I put it in my head that I can travel faster than the speed of light and my brain just kind of hums.

Every place is my happy place, so I guess the inside of my head. I am not naive or some type of space cadet, but happiness is a choice. So I choose it. I get sad sometimes but never, ever stay that way.

That would definitely be good food. By good, I certainly do not mean food which is good for your health. Rather the drag you down to hell kind of food and of course, if I can get my hands on a favorite movie to go with that - bingo, I have got myself a miracle pick-me-up

If I cannot be happy here and now why would I want to imagine that I might be happy somewhere else? Is happiness a place or state of being?