10 Reasons why I hate the word happy.

I hate the word Happy. And it’s sister Joy.

Hear me out. Growing up, my dad was a psychologist and an artist (and my mom a teacher - you get the visual). I have a younger sister who I consistently tried to wield power over. She was (is still) six inches taller than me, but that never served as a detterent. I loved clothes, I worked every menial job to…