There's no single thing that'll make me happy. I could get a better job and be happy for a while before depression kicks in again. I could get fitter and depression would still occur. I could have lots of money and I would still be depressed for some reason. One change of something I'm not happy with won't make me "perfectly" happy.
Just scream "OLIVES!" maniacally until your sandwich is loaded with them, then calmly say, "thank you," afterwards.-if the guy at subway would put more black olives on my sandwich without needing me to ask for them.
-if i wasn't such a weirdo who got all red in the face and stammering when having to ask for extra olives on my sandwich.
... if I were a multi millionaire and wouldn't have to worry about school/work anymore.