Haha! What a cute question!
Throughout childhood when life seemed very straightforward the graph would show a pretty even keel. I was a happy child. There’d be a bit of a dip in my preteens when the beginnings of complex emotions started to trouble me, and I had some social trouble during that time too. It’d dip way down for a while around age 13. Who the hell is happy at age 13?
After then is when it gets difficult to plot. After age 13 life became a lot more than happiness and sadness, good and bad, black and white. I daresay my graph could not be represented by a function because emotional maturity brought about such troubling, confusing phenomena as simultaneous happiness and sadness that could not be represented by a single line. Age 14 is what I consider my happiest year so far but was arguably one of the scariest too as that’s when I got sick. And even now, it’s hard to assign a fixed value to my feelings. Am I happy right now? Yeah, I suppose I am. Am I content? No, no I’m not. Did you know it’s possible to be happy but not content? What number would I give it on a scale? Fuck, I don’t know!
Did I overthink that?