Monday, December 26, 2011

ATTENTION


Um. Yeah. It's the day after Christmas. Some of us have had way too much of everything. Butter. Chocolate. Vodka. Our family. Whatever that too much is...let's all take a collective moment to appreciate that fact that it's now time to go back to the gym/oatmeal and almond milk instead of Christmas cookies for breakfast/not buying crap/vacuuming(What? Am I the only one who totally avoids vacuuming during the holiday season?). Sigh. It's time. Time to put on our real pants. And make them fit. It's time to get pissed at the woman in yoga class who looks like she has Xena Warrior Princess's abs...and to perhaps decide that she needs her own damn yoga class...for people that have those sort of abs in real life without special lighting and makeup. Yeah. It's okay to feel a jealous rage brewing when you see her. Even though it's YOGA class. Even though you are supposed to be learning to feel compassion and empathy. Well...I say...that woman should have some empathy for me and keep those abs under wraps. I don't need to see that mere days after I may have eaten a one pound box of chocolate in the car under duress during a Christmas Eve shopping outing gone wrong. I had to eat it. It was the chocolate...or Applebee's. I think I chose wisely. Happy boxing day. Now pull yourself together and go throw out those cookies you are mindlessly eating.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Blog….blog…blog

So I spend some time reading blogs. I like the voyeuristic quality. I also like to look at pictures of stuff. So blogs make sense…cause like…they are pictures of other people’s lives. They are little Cinéma vérité . They are addictive.

Sometimes I want to read a blog because:

-I want to look at photos of food.

-I want to read about and look at makeup.

-I want to look at photos of clothes.

-I want to pretend that my life is half as interesting as the people’s blogs I read.

-I want to feel like I am connected to the person’s blog voice. Too perfect or serious doesn’t work for me.

-I want to stare at photos of others peoples loved ones.

-I want answers to questions that have no answers.

I ask of lot of a blog. Sometimes I can’t quite find the right blog. I flip from one to the next…expecting that some how I will stumble upon the right entry for the zeitgeist of the day. And it’s like when you are in the middle of the Netflix instant play menu…or the OnDemand channel…you just sort of want what you want…and nothing is feeling right. Where is that feel good dramatic reality fairy tale lifetime channel movie from the early 90’s anyway? Why can’t it just exist? WHY? Sigh. It’s kind of like my dating life. I’ve spent quite a bit of time attempting to find something that doesn’t exist except in my head. It leaves me feeling like perhaps that is just how it is.

This past month I learned that no manner of anxiety/hope/panic/crying/dramatic appeals to celestial beings will soothe the search for love…or the perfect movie…or the right blog to read. In fact, it’s best to just sort of let it go. And relax. Cause it is fine. It is fine to date the wrong person. And not watch the right movie. And not read the right blog. In fact, it’s perfectly fine to accept the feeling of being disgruntled and dissatisfied. It just means eventually when it is right, you will enjoy it that much more.

If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment. –Henry David Thoureau