It’s a common assumption that your daily eudemonia is based on exercise and the right disposition–but in reality, we all know that true happiness is achieved by how many Cinnabons you can eat in an hour.
Steve’s sudden eudemonia struck his roommate Phil as a bit odd, as Phil knew that Steve’s beloved gecko Larry was ailing. Under the assumption that Steve was putting on a brave face, Phil offered him a glass of warm milk as if to say “I feel for you, Steve,” which Steve appreciated very much.
Despite my assumption that Diapers’s party would be a wild night of free love, it consisted only of hot tea, small talk, and knitting. I guess it’s true that when you assume you make ass out of eudemonia and me!