There was an article published in Friday's New York Times about how if your friends' friends are happy they can affect you in a happy, positive way. Click the link above if you need all the data to believe happiness spreads like wildfire from person to person.
I didn't need a study to know that. In fact, lately I've been noticing when people smile at me, in say the grocery store, I get this warm, happy, fuzzy feeling inside. True, sometimes it's because I just wet my pants, another lovely side effect of natural childbirth, but not always. How do you spell K-E-G-E-L-S?
Lately, I've been surfing with my SFF (surfing friend forever) and she's all smiles and happiness out in a line up full of grumpy, grouchy, stink eye surfers. I've noticed her smiles and our laughter having an impact on the surfing line up, even if it's a confused, "what's so funny? I don't get it?" kind of impact. Which usually makes us laugh more. Then, their stink eyes magically transform into smiles and they start laughing with us, even though they don't quite know what they are laughing at.
And we are so nice we often let the guys think we are talking secretly about them. Of course, sometimes we actually are talking about them. Like, when Not Smith paddles out. Smith is Samantha's boyfriend from Sex in the City(these are not real people), and there's a guy that surfs who looks just like Smith, so we call him Not Smith because he looks like Smith, but he isn't. I don't think he is, anyways?
Smith even shaved his head when Samantha got cancer. But unfortunately, Samantha couldn't deal with the side effects of monogamy and she let him go. Poor Smith.
This Photo is for those people who
don't know who Smith is. Now you do.
One day after my friend paddled in to go to work one surfer dude commented, "wow your friend sure is happy!"
"I know that's why I love surfing with her," I say. Even when she's frozen as a Popsicle and can no longer feel her feet, she's still smiling and laughing."
