To me, this definition of "happy" is "not willing to give a fuck what other people think about my actions". So I guess, to me, that is what fulfilment and true happiness is, to be truly unconcerned with the notions of others, but... somehow, paradoxically, with room for genuine critique and continued improvement.
And when I mean nonsense, I really do mean nonsense. I remember a post I wrote about how I somehow managed to link a Florence and the Machine song and Formula 1 racing.
Only, when I tried to find it, I realised, I probably didn't post it here, and made a two line post somewhere else that shall not be named.
RE: The stench of death in the Romanian state