I love playing guitar. A euphoric feeling washes over me when I pick up my Walden and master a new chord sequence, or successfully strum a scale without screwing up. Every minute I spend playing guitar is worth it, even if it won’t make me money someday.

Lately, I’ve wanted to teach somebody how to play. I have a friend with a guitar who doesn’t use it, and I thought it would be a great idea to teach her. The reason why is unexplainable; I just really wanted to teach her. Unfortunately, her schedule didn’t allow for it, and for some reason I felt irrationally disappointed. I’m not a psycho misogynist, so I couldn’t place my finger on why I was so downtrodden.

I was reading a post over at CodingHorror.com that explained exactly why I felt the way I did: Happiness is only real when shared. So instead, it turns out I’m just selfish. Fair enough.