Perhaps the word "complex" sums it but who's life isn't complex to begin with?
I'm happy? To a certain point, yes. I am happy to have someone who loves me dearly and yes I am happy that my dad is doing fine and recovering. (I've yet to blog about that) I'm happy that I have a job, I'm partially in between happy with the way things are running in my life and the same goes with my colleague. Never in my life being in a place where I hate almost everybody but the hatred is not enough to make me kill them. That's the complexity of the life that I'm living on now.
Another contradicting fact : I am happy that I have a job that I kinda hate and not because because I really hate the job but because I hate the institution as a whole!
Nothing personal, just my random frayed end of sanity going on live and I could go on and on and on - but let's keep that for another day.
I'm all but gone