Four tubes of Chapstick.

I have four tubes of Chapstick in one pocket.

I am irrationally happy about this situation. It is bringing me great satisfaction and I'm currently of the mindset that nothing short of truly insurmountable tragedy could make me unhappy right now, because of the fact that I have four tubes of Chapstick in one pocket.

I don't understand this reaction to having four tubes of Chapstick in one pocket, but I'm not going to question it, because I have a history of responding strangely to small and/or ridiculous things like this.

It's sort of a paradox because I'm a naturally very depressive person when it comes to the large things (sometimes in a way that makes sense when the large things are viewed from a realistic standpoint, sometimes in a way that only makes sense when you factor in that I am in fact clinically depressive). But when it comes to the small things, I get happier than makes any degree of sense and it makes my whole mood one of indomitable joy. Like a feeling that the world is a good and happy place (or at least has a lot of potential to be) and that everything is right with the universe.

I learned long ago not to question happiness and to take it when I can get it.

Therefore, I will not question why having four tubes of Chapstick in one pocket makes me so happy.