Hi, I'm Mr2Happy!
What did you think when you read that name? It was a nickname given me a long time ago, pre-social media if you can believe it, for use in a chat-room. I used the nickname elsewhere. It stuck.
Someone once asked me, "Is it possible to be too happy?" I smiled inside. I liked the idea that it raised this question. I decided to expand the use of that name for other things, like this blog.
I've become aware of my appreciation for alternate or variable meanings. I love allegories and parables, for example. What comes to your mind when I mention the word "killed" in the same sentence as "murdered"? Yet, the word "killed" is mere jest when used in the phrase, "killed time."
I love a puns and a poetic play on words. Mozart's opera The Magic Flute is a cute romantic comedy on the surface. Yet, underneath it's full of deep, Masonic symbolism. I think parables are timeless. I love stories and story telling, just so long as they have a deeper, more profound meaning than what appears superficially.
I could go on -and I will- but not now. So, who is Mr2Happy? He's my ego and my alter-ego. He's fleshy, yet emotional. He's selfishly extroverted and generously introverted. In short, he's an escape for all that is in my heart, mind, and soul. It is the intention of my heart to discern my innermost thoughts, my Mr2Happy Thoughts.
By the way, I will occasionally insert quips and quotes of profound wisdom or cute jokes. Here's my first serious entry: "For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart." (Heb 4:12, ESV)
2 comments:
I love it... You are so right... I only wish that I was single... lol.. you would and I promise be taken
OK Mr. Too [Too solid flesh] Happy. Maybe human, all too human. Me thinks he knows not what he thinks.
(Insert something about idle hands here.)
I've been to Missouri. It's true they love company, yet for what purpose?
Being a person of learning I have come to realize that my most treasured volumes are filled with words words words. Mere words.
I await the evolution of words. Bits of the fittest language will survive with me as their host, discarding my used brain cells. And they will multiply and they will diversify. But some will fall on deaf ears or printedly pass before blind eyes. They will be blown away like leaves in the wind. I a host of memes do thrive in my symbiosis. Ta...
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