If You're Happy and You Know It.

My mother asked me over the phone the other day if I was doing 'alright.'  The tone of her voice seemed to imply as if I wasn't, so I probed further.  'Yeah, why do you ask?'  'You don't sound so happy in your updates,' my mother replied.  I didn't quite know what to say to that.  After all, mother knows best.

I don't mince words.  That is, I know I sometimes don't paint a rosy picture of life out here.  Perhaps I'm too honest, and even brutally so at times.  Am I hard on myself?  A thousand times, yes.  I love this description of me: "INFJ is a perfectionist who doubts that they are living up to their full potential. INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them."

So yeah, that's me.  And...

"INFJs hold back part of themselves, and can be secretive."  That's also me.  Don't judge a person by her xanga.  Despite how honest I am, there's a lot still I don't disclose.  It's reserved for that deep inner world that the introvert in me loves to retreat.

Oh right, and back to my mom's question.  Am I happy?  Well, sure.  If you mean the kind of happy that doesn't always wear a smile on her face and is still human kind of happy, then yes...because ultimately, there's something Superhuman behind all of this .