Abstract: "Sad WAM--A Study of Happiness" explores contrasting emotions, reflecting the complexity of human experience. The work, conceived by the "Berlin Institute for Free Spirits" with me (Wilma) as dean, presents a melancholic yet hopeful examination of sadness and joy. On this day, I was engulfed in sadness and fear. Big dreams hung in the balance, and I had done everything I could to make them come true. It was clear that I was at the mercy of more powerful individuals, forced to hope for their goodwill. Oddly enough, it was on this day that I used a new perspective and a prop I had never considered before. My outfit--wool, denim, and a velvet bodysuit--was chosen with minimal thought. I had little energy, but I remembered how WAM had lifted my spirits in the past. If it worked then, maybe it could work again.

Methodology: The preparation was slow. On autopilot, I refused to let my sadness confine me. The slime didn't turn out as I hoped, and I almost had to leave the house for an ingredient, but I lacked the strength. I made do with what I had--a metaphor for my sadness. When I watched the recording later, I was surprised. There it was: the first smile, the first sigh of relief. I kept most of the cuts minimal to maintain the project's raw, observational feel. I shifted between perspectives, observing and reflecting, letting each moment of discovery unfold naturally.

And then, suddenly, I did something for the very first time with full awareness:!Panty Filling!

The sensation of the cold slime against my skin made me let out a series of high-pitched squeals and deep, satisfied moans. Each new wave of slime elicited a more intense reaction, As I sat, the slime seeped deeper, saturating my jeans until they were completely drenched. I reveled in the feeling of the slime enveloping me, squishing between my legs and hugging my body. With a playful laugh, I stood up, and the excess slime began to cascade down the legs of my jeans. It overflowed onto my feet, creating a puddle of goo around me. The slime continued to ooze out, dripping from the hems of my jeans and sliding over my bare feet. The thick denim of my jeans held the slime in place, creating a delightful suction as it moved--by now, I had completely forgotten all my problems.

Observations:

WAM became a meditative practice that helped me process my emotions. The colors and textures of the slime mirrored my internal landscape. Each spill revealed layers of sadness but also allowed a hint of joy. The interplay between the cameras captured this duality--showing how sadness and happiness often coexist in unexpected ways.

Conclusion: This study aimed to transcend the dichotomy of sadness and happiness, showing that even in despair, joy can emerge. Our emotions are interconnected, and by embracing both light and dark, we can find beauty and meaning, even on our saddest days. Berlin Institute for Free Spirits.