Know what gets me sad?  I can’t help it.  When I see a person who is doing what he or she loves—completely oblivious to any outside viewer and utterly happy—but who receives no attention for this act.  No reciprocation.  Why should this upset me?  This person looks happy and they are unaware that nobody appreciates them, at least outwardly.  Who cares that they don’t get credit?  Isn’t that the whole goal of this thing—life—to achieve bliss even if it comes at the price of ignorance?  One hopes for the tandem but we’ll take what we can get, right?  I think what gets me down is that I know something they don’t know.  And I feel bad that they don’t know.  Like I’m in on the joke and they aren’t and that makes me feel bad.  And yet I want to be that person.  I would gladly be laughed at if it meant I could be happy and I would never become aware of the existence of the laughers.  I’ll take oblivion.  I’ll live unknowing.  I’d rather be that guy than me, looking in from the outside, wishing for him something he doesn’t wish for himself.  Acknowledgment.  I should mind my own business.  But that would mean walking down a city street with my eyes closed and that’s so hard to do.