Am I ungrateful?
Do I simply not notice or refuse to recognize the niceness?
Things are good. Fine. Pleasant. Possibly really great.
And somehow I am simply... "just okay".
I am always "just okay" and I don't truly understand why.
Should I not be pleased?
Should I not be enjoying the pleasantries?
I should. And I am.
But it doesn't seem to alter my constant state of "okay".
It is strange...
