It’s one problem that both angry and sad are opposed to happy, at least for me. While the opposite to horny is frigid, and in my experience, depressed.
You can be happy and angry at the same time, i.e. your girlfriend saying you have the biggest dick amongst all your friends; but its much harder to be happy and sad at the same time, that takes someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, of you.
Leaning to walk again, learning to talk again, make my way back home when I learn to fly, it’s times like these you learn to live again, it’s times like these you learn to love again. Guy just loves learning.
I’m not saying that you can’t have some specific cocktail of unfamiliar-together feelings. Who am I to say what anyone can feel? I’m saying they are conceptually opposed, but hey, happy cake day or happy angry cake day, whatever you want!
It’s one problem that both angry and sad are opposed to happy, at least for me. While the opposite to horny is frigid, and in my experience, depressed.
You can be happy and angry at the same time, i.e. your girlfriend saying you have the biggest dick amongst all your friends; but its much harder to be happy and sad at the same time, that takes someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, of you.
Leaning to walk again, learning to talk again, make my way back home when I learn to fly, it’s times like these you learn to live again, it’s times like these you learn to love again. Guy just loves learning.
I’m not saying that you can’t have some specific cocktail of unfamiliar-together feelings. Who am I to say what anyone can feel? I’m saying they are conceptually opposed, but hey, happy cake day or happy angry cake day, whatever you want!
Edit: I know you are foo-fighting!