The problem with me being happy is the after effect. Unlike the majority of you, being happy is a tiring task for me. As my friend Monica just explained, it’s because it’s not my “natural state.” My natural state being somewhere in the grey – I’m not depressed but I’m not happy either. I’m devoid of mood, of emotion. This morning I decided not to get out of bed until close to eleven. The weight of yesterday’s jubilation left me sore. My muscles ached. Returning to the grey is probably the worse feeling one can have – it’s a sort of happiness hangover (though, I’m only speculating as I’ve never had a real hangover). I suddenly feel like I’m in one of…