Camus and Happines

So I was told I should write about Albert Camus today, because I was totally blank. Camus was a groovy guy, and is completely misunderstood by my English class. It's probably got something to do with the general philosophy of the school - very much so about a loving God, and not about accepting the fact that reality is pointless. Now me, I quite liked The Stranger, which is basically all about that. I get that we live in an uncaring universe, in which there is essentially no point. It's just that I don't let it get me down.

My basic personality type is happy. Not super gleeful, although I can get there after a new episode of Sherlock or Doctor Who, or a new Terry Pratchett novel. Not morose or depressed or angry, although I can get there if I'm tired and people are idiots. My base state is a little floating bubble of contentment. It's pretty cool, being well-endowed in endorphins. Because of this, I have a generally sunny outlook on life.

However, I was raised on sixties sci-fi, the Internet, and whatever I could get my hands on at the library. This led me astray from the comfortable naive state most naturally happy kids with a library nearby live in, and to a state of cynicism. I'm the first to predict someone's going to be an idiot, that I'll fail a test, that it'll all go wrong, because stuff does. The universe is, in my opinion, basically uncaring. You just sort of bounce around inside and see what happens.

The thing is, these two viewpoints seem to mesh relatively well together. I think the universe is pointless, but I don't care. I think that humanity is fundamentally a collection of neuroses bound together by random DNA and molecular bonds, but I think that's cool - that it's amazing we function as well as we do. I make a point for myself. Currently, that point is music and continuing to be happy. Fun is a good thing, as is happiness - I did an essay on happiness here - and that's what I'm aiming towards. Maybe I'll even manage to make other people happier. That would be neat.

I think what I'm saying is that my basic philosophy is, "Nothing matters but life, so why not be happy?" Not the most resounding thing, but it works for me. It's also a little vague, because I've got a much longer, stricter moral code for myself that I might write on sometime. But basically, if I could get to the point where that was truly my guiding principle, I'd be in a good way.