Are You Happy?

I was at a friend's book launch party recently and I was talking to a  total stranger. We were talking about life and all that stuff. A lot of talk about acting business and whatnot. She hit me with:

Are you happy?

I blinked at her a couple times and replied.

I don't know.

Happy. It's something people strive for by many means. Money, sex, love, career.
There are rich people miserable in beautiful houses.There are people who have lots of sex with lots of partners. There are long loving relationships. There are people with careers involving what their heart's desire.

Are they happy?
I don't know ask them. I'm writing about me.
I've never looked at happiness as a place, a destination to arrive at and then you sit on the porch, happy.
I generally have enough money to keep a roof over my head, eat something I don't mind eating. I have the ability to go places and do some cool things some times. I have friends though I do spend a lot of time by myself. I might be a bit lonely at times but I'm not a hermit. If there's a party or a gathering I will most likely go.
I'd like to get laid more than I do.

Am I happy? My Dad's dog was Happy. It was his name and he was a dog in a good household. So he was awesome and Happy.

I'm not depressed. I'm not weeping at home with a gun in my mouth unable to pull the trigger.

I want more.

I want more of everything. More career stuff. More personal stuff. More money stuff.
More. I'm not satisfied with the rut I'm in. I want to break out of it. I want to do more. Be more. Have more adventures.

I want more.