The Pursuit of Happiness Watching people living their lives is the most fun and exhilarating part of my day. I go to a movie or a restaurant and there’s a cute couple that works beautifully together; they are so engrossed in their love for each other to notice that a stranger behind them has been in the same places as them all day. I don’t even take caution anymore when I go on my joy-walks. They don’t notice so I just openly follow them. The first time was easy and I did it unconsciously. I just saw these people living happy lives and followed them. I saw their lives: where they worked, their happy places, the place where the man cheats on his wife… All of them. The cheating was okay, I guess. The wife was a prostitute. After the first couple, I continued these trials. It’s my version of a pursuit of happiness and I’m not infringing theirs so loophole. Maybe it’s not the best thing following random people or couples around and seeing their lives, but who’s going to stop me? They’d have to know and nobody does. The only excitement I get is following those people. I work in a boring office with boring people leading extraordinarily boring lives. The people I follow though think that they’re living good lives and they think that they’ll get somewhere. Maybe I think that following them will rub off on me. I don’t know.