The Beginning- Happy? Satisfied?

I wonder how people begin their blogs.

Frankly, I don't care how they begin because they would be beginning their blogs not mine. And since being different is so much in vogue I should probably give different a try, hoping against hope hopen that I do not end up in the same gutter of situations that others who have tried being different have ended up in, citing a few examples (I love examples):
1) Be ridiculed as being wierd, idiotic, blasphemous etc for going against the social norms (absolutely no clue what these refer to)
2) Try so hard being different that you end up being the same (no comments)
3) Be totally ignored (which I prefer to be)
4) Be unique and truly one of a kind (which I am anyway)

This is how I begin my blog.

Why do people start blogging?
Maybe because they have a lot on their mind... too many thoughts can do funny things to people (I have heard/seen, not experienced though, so this is classified as secondary information) or a more plausible answer would be because they have a lot of time on their hands.
Now, the question is why would they have a lot of time on their hands, all of a sudden. Good question. Three possibilities I can come up with:
1) Maybe they got themselves a 24 hours internet connection they cant think of any fucking way to make 'complete' use of.
2) Maybe they just broke up with their partner and realised they no longer have any friends to hang out with.
3) Maybe they just finished their duties as the college annual magazine editor, making which they fell in love with writing literary pieces full of shit.

Whichever possibility my condition may fall under really doesn't matter. What matters is that you are actually reading this. Imagine that! But on second thought, why would you have to imagine reality?

Today I had a humongous breakfast.
And by humongous I actually mean humongous (unlike most girls). The matter of interest should not be what I had for breakfast but the fact that I reached the brink of true happiness. Heaven, almost! Funny, how a full stomach can make you feel that way, even though you are quite sure you are not a glutton. This world would have been a better place if small things like this made people eternally happy. But the problem with the world (one of many) is the word satisfaction being used interchangeably with happiness.
This is a gross mistake.

A person who is not happy can very well be satisfied because happiness is acquired only after one realises that he/she is satisfied and there is always a brief moment, of life less lived, between the state of complete satisfaction and acquiring happiness - this is the moment I intended.
On the other hand, a person who is happy may be unsatisfied because happiness is oh so addictive that once happy you crave for more and more, which describes being not satisfied.

So lesson no 1: Happiness is not equal to satisfaction which, in short, implies I am going to have a humongous lunch and then maybe a humongous dinner - in pursuit of happiness.