Walt and I went to see the movie Silver Linings Playbook about a guy who moves back in with his parents after 8 months in the loony bin. I know. It sounds totally depressing. (The moving back in with your parents part, which I’ve done, not the loony bin stuff.) And of course Walt tells me the romantic interest– a troubled young woman recently widowed– reminds him of me because she says whatever crosses her mind, no matter how crazy it sounds, no matter how inappropriate, and totally pisses people off. So now I’m wondering if my inability to conduct socially acceptable small talk is a sign of mental illness, or if it’s simply what makes me the wonder of nature that I am. Anyway, it’s a great movie. You should go see it.
There’s this fellow named Rog Law I tripped over on Facebook. I totally dig him because he’s my young, African American male alter ego. He’s all about confidence, health, fitness, and a positive outlook on life. This is what he came out with this week, and it makes me want to be a better writer, and person. 20 Lessons
OK. Speaking of terrific bloggers you might want to throw me over for, here’s Gala Darling. I’ve mentioned her before. In my post 100 Things I Love About Myself. I was flipping through her site this week and I found this fun list of Things To Do On A First Date. If I were single again, and dating, I’d print this out and tape it to my fridge. I think one could even use it in conjunction with my Menu of Fun, because, people, we really do forget how to enjoy ourselves.
Sunday mornings, when we’re in town, Walt and I head to a little local joint for breakfast and the New York Times. This morning the travel section got me all hot and bothered. I’ve discovered two more places I MUST visit before I die. Really sensible, comfortable places. Lapland and Patagonia.
We were sitting in front of EMS people watching the other day. It was pretty easy to spot the athletes, simply by the way they bounded out of their cars and marched into the store. Athletes live well in their bodies. They posess an air of confidence, a sense that all is right with the world, that inactive people do not. (It’s one of the reasons I recommend running.) This kind of body language fascinates me. Amy Cuddy’s Ted talk supports my hypothesis that sometimes we need to fake the confidence until we make it. Not to impress other people, but to impress ourselves.
