"She Mad I'm Happy (And That’s Hilarious)"
Let me tell you something real quick:
There is a woman out there — right now — stomping through her living room in fuzzy socks and rage… because I decided to be happy.
Yep. Happy.
And not just “smile-at-a-stranger” happy — I’m talking real, unreasonable, sunshine-on-my-face, humming-in-line-at-the-grocery-store, not-texting-back toxic people kind of happy.
That dangerous kind.
The kind that don’t need permission.
And this woman? Oh, she’s LOSING it.
Face red. Voice cracking. Yelling at her phone like it’s gonna fight back.
“I just don’t get why he’s so calm all the time!”
“Who does he think he is?!”
And my personal favorite:
“He’s doing it ON PURPOSE!”
Yes, . I am doing it on purpose. I wake up every morning and choose vibes over drama like it’s a breakfast special.
Meanwhile, she’s pacing back and forth, arms flailing like a get more info bad interpretive dance, trying to understand how I can smile when she’s out here throwing shade like a broken umbrella.
She’s mad I don’t argue.
She’s mad I don’t react.
She’s mad I post quotes like “Protect your peace” with a cute little here coffee cup emoji.
She wants me miserable.
But I’m too busy enjoying my snack and watching birds exist.
She probably called a friend to vent — “He’s just walking around like he’s free or something!”
And the friend?
“Girl… maybe he’s just… happy?”
GASP. The audacity!
Look, I’m not out here winning Oscars. I just took my peace off the clearance rack and wore it proudly.
She had a front-row seat to the old me — the stressed-out, short-fused, worried-what-everyone-thinks me.
She liked that guy.
Because he made her feel powerful.
But now?
Now I laugh at memes, water my plants, and ignore calls from people who drain me.
She’s out here auditioning for a soap opera and I’m just sipping lemon water like it’s fine wine.
So yeah.
She mad.
Because I’m happy.
And honestly?
That’s the funniest part. love from an earth Angel