3.24

[I taught again today. I almost wrote that I taut.]

I really didn't want to, but I guess choice has nothing to do with happiness. I'll feel the same if I do what I want or not. I stood up and scraped the blood from my chin. I mean, nobody ever wants to, do they? I mean, if they're mentally stable, anyway. I reached down and picked up my bag to throw it back over my shoulder. At least, I hope not.

I walked away from the other man who lay sprawled on the ground. Apparently after he headbutted me, we both passed out. I came to before he did. I guess that makes me the winner, but I wouldn't have put money on the outcome. But if I'm being completely honest with myself, I did want to. So, if choice has nothing to do with happiness, what is the probability that I will feel happy about this?

My head ached like it was tearing a bit just around the edges. I tried to feel unlucky, but I couldn't. I had gotten myself into this situation on purpose, just to see if I could possibly get myself in a chancy situation. I guess Luck is affected by intent, just like happiness. If you're trying too hard, you can't be happy or lucky.

I walked down the street and headed for the next bar. I stuck my head in and yelled. Two men stood up when I yelled and walked toward me.

I smiled and ducked back into the street and waited for them. Maybe this time. Maybe this time.