I have been thinking a lot about anhedonia and the many ways it seems to manifest itself in people's behavior and sense of self.
I am the opposite of anhedonic and am like when those Amish kids got a crappy wooden horse in Witness. You know, Witness starring Harrison Ford. I am thrilled and excited by everyday things all the time. Yesterday I was walking in the snow to get coffee and I was so happy to be alive. Because I was walking in South Philly getting coffee! Also, I was cleaning the house yesterday and thought " I love art!". With an exclamation point.
OK, this love of life does sometimes get tempered with aggravation. Like last week when I had to get out of our car and come at some lady for her misbehavior... which included some aggressive language on my part and included her saying "you're a lunatic." It ended up with her running toward Walnut St.