I heard a story on the radio today.  I don't remember what it was about.  I guess I wasn't paying attention.  Fucking human interest stuff, usually involves somebody's cat or something.  I remember it had a quote from some lady talking about being so happy she wept tears of joy.  

I've never wept tears of joy. Never. Not once.  I don't get it.  
I've shed tears of sorrow. Tears of pain.  No joy.

When I'm happy, I laugh. I smile. I smirk.
I've been so happy, I've fallen down. I've fallen down drunk.  I've jumped up and down.

I've kicked things. I've kissed things. I've hit things. I've thrown things.  I've bitten things.  I've broken things.  I've damned near pissed my pants. I've damned near shit my pants.  I've howled. I've hollered. I've rubbed my hands.  I've scratched my balls.  I've bought and sold things.  I've run away with fists pumping, lungs screaming, bones aching.  I've damn near died.  

Honest.  I've been so happy, I damn near wrecked myself and died.  But I've never, ever, not even once, been so happy, I've cried.

That's all I have to say about that.