Don't Worry, Be Happy....Not Possible!!

THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS
Sounds like those birthday slogans that we wrote for our friends all our lives. Cut cute cakes, and all the etceteras.
But don't be misled. It's the newest well-being mantra to hit the world.
Everything gets erased if you just THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS.
So the trick to being happy is to find the positivity in every situation, right?
But doesn't that depend on what your definition of happiness is? Like my sister, I know that she's happiest when she's ragging me, or singing Yankee doodle a hundred times over, or singing in the bathroom. So she doesn't necessarily have to be thinking happy thoughts, now, does she? I mean, what kind of 'happy thoughts' can you possibly think in the BATHROOM??? But, ok, maybe she's one of the care bears or something, perpetually happy and that sort of thing.
What about normal people? What really makes them happy?
A friend of mine is never happier than when she's talking. But as one can well imagine, that doesn't really thrill the surrounding company. So is it still happiness if someone else is unhappy when you're happy?
I'm happiest (I know we were talking about normal people, but this is a good example) late at night, with my thoughts keeping me company, and my imaginary puppy, Woffles, keeping me warm and cheery (yes, I still have Woffles, I couldn't bear to give him away). Somehow, I think if others knew about Woffles, they'd think I was crazy. So is happiness craziness too at times?
I went to the balcony last night, and looked up. I saw the most amazing view. Stars shimmering, and sea reflecting their negligible light with a surreal prettiness, and the frequent blazes of lights from the numerous rockets. It was beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that it brought tears to my eyes. At the time, I was content to just stand there and watch nature and man interact. It made me happy.
So, if thinking happy thoughts is a prerequisite to being happy, what kind of thoughts do we think? Does my friend think about talking all the time? Do I think about my nights with Woffles and the stars? Does my sister think about singing Yankee doodle again and again??
I knew happiness was subjective, but this is complicated enough to have college courses about!! To each his own, I guess.