Life is a giant pro-con list

So when we were, you know, just chilling in DC, Holly bought a book. It was a good book. Showing it to me on the Mettro - (which, before I forget, is a much less socially awkward experience than the Tube; with its timeless truth that catching the eye of the guy opposite as he looks up over his Times to blink his contact lense into obedience, results in the urgent and immediate desire to get off at the next station, whether it be Ealing Broadway or Cockfosters. In fact, eye-contact on the US underground has in my experience even led to fairly absorbing small talk incorporating subjects such as: my accent (foriegn? european?) my taste in rugby players (did you say soccer is gay?) and Jeremy Clarkson (I've never been to England but I've watched every episode of Top Gear so it feels like I have.) --- Anyway, showing this book to me on the Mettro, Holly boasted that her King's Mile treasure find was sure to be the best bargain anyone bagged all holiday; "14,000 reasons to be happy" for under 3dollars.

Some of them were pretty surreal. Wet T-Shirt Competitions? The arms race? Humble-pie?

But others lingered in my inner sentimental sponge. Cinnamon Sugar. Second-hand complements. Tiddliwinks. 

And I started to think about it. Can life be written as an infinite list of pros and cons? A time-trail of happy moments and down-lows?(Infinite until "Tin can opener/mule-kick/jumper-realted-incident, copped-it", of course)

Perhaps nostalgia is simply a fight between the words near the beginning of the sentence, and those nearer the end. (The ones with a better vocabulary and more references to alcohol)

Here are a few incentives for happiness of my own. Enjoy.

New beginnings, checkered tablecloths, tealights, icing, midnight snacks, midnight chats, toasted things, campfires, petrol fumes, rustic decor, dancefloors, dragon-breath, sale-signs, bonjela, nutella straight from the jar, movie nights, tired feet, endorphin highs, infectious smiles, welly-socks, match-boxes, balmy evenings, palm-trees, the night air, zebra-crossings, Orion's belt, vending-machines, vintage shops, bubblewrap, bubble-baths, being "eye-fucked the hell out of", being looked-after, cobbled-streets, 6-inch heels, letters in the post, lamp-post lines, having all four monopoly stations, inspiration, ambience, swirly straws, Your Own Mug, toothpaste, exhaling, body-boarding, puns, wittiness, pointless arguments, reggae, good lyrics, country pubs, swanky bars, tapas, sporks, untouched snow, the opened-can-sound, tummy-rumbles, wikipedia, romantic reunions, underwear, hammocks, tree houses, real coffee, hipflasks, irish accents, wrapping-paper tubes, juice cartons, seeing-someone-do-their-hair-on-the-other-side-of-the-window, duvet days, being someone's anchor, being someone's confidante, the original pooh bear illustrations, inset days, yoga, vw capervans, holidays, happy endings.

Add some more of your own folks. Comment. Make me smile:)xx

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