humour my ass

The ability to be truly happy for another, without any hesitation or reflection (read self absorption) on how it *impacts* me, is probably one of the most difficult things i've ever had to learn how to do. And I say learn because for me, it doesn't come naturally. Or easily. Or at all. Simply put, I suffer greatly from the grass is so fucking greener syndrome and have failed miserably to be content with what I have, instead, always wanting what i haven't got.

But i've known this for a long time.

Years spent learning about shakespeare and the ancient greeks taught me about the the theory of humours and basically made me realize, that i have none. Or at least, not the kind of humour I'd like to be known for.

The original concept was based on the assumption that the world was composed of four primary elements - earth, air, fire and water and that these elements were reflected in four basic fluids that flowed in various combinations in the human body - blood, phlegm, yellow bile, and black bile. Yum.

One's humour...a fancy way for saying disposition, is apparently a result of the proportions of these four fluids mucking about in your body:
Sanguine blood - air - spring - hot & wet, sweet, red - liver - cheerfulness, simplicity

Choleric yellow bile - fire - summer - hot & dry, bitter, yellow - gall - rashness, anger

Melancholic black bile - earth - autumn - cold & dry, sour, black - spleen - sadness, contrariness, deliberation

Phlegmatic phlegm - water - winter - cold & wet, tasteless, white - lungs & kidney - heaviness, foolishness

...I can admit it, I'm full of black black bile. It kinda makes me want to throw up a little.