Ok so two things. Both are random, have little to do with finding the gray, and one may need a mature rating.
1. I think I'm a silver liner finder. Well I know I am. I know, I know, you're all, what the hell? I thought it was gray you were looking for. Yes yes, gray, silver, they're both extremely helpful for a healthy rational peace of mind. I ALWAYS look for the silver lining in everything. It's just an immediate reaction to every single thing that happens to me. Was I born this way? Did Mama Donna and Papa John make me this way? I think a little of both.
A few days ago I was driving down Northern Parkway when someone cut me off sharply and rudely. I slammed on my brakes and this was the very first and immediate thought that popped into my head (I Swear):
Well at least that crazy driver isn't behind me anymore.
That's the thing. The silver lining. Every single situation has one. Most situations have more than one. Yeah, I know sometimes the silver lining doesn't even come close to covering the devastation of whatever said current problem is. But if it's ingrained in you to always immediately point it out to yourself, I really believe that you are setting yourself up for a life of optimism, good health and general overall happiness. Try it. For like a week. Or even a full day if you're stubbornly negative. Force yourself to see the good, no matter how small, in every single situation or bad thing that happens in your life. Make it a habit like jogging or not smoking, which are both all the rage now and I can't get myself into either one. Let me know if you try it and how it goes :-)
2. I had a hot stone massage today (courtesy of a gift card from my Aunt Ang, OMG Aunt Ang I love you so much right now!! I mean, I always love you so much, eh... you get what I'm saying). It was a 60 minute massage at Spa on the Avenue and I think I saw Jesus. He was a short girl with brown hair and small hands named Stephanie. That shit was AWESOME!! I felt high afterwards. I was so relaxed I couldn't even keep my eyes open all the way for my manicure (oh yeah, I got my first manicure EVER with my own nails!!!). My mind wandered a lot during that 60 minutes. And I came to the conclusion that I think, I may be a bit nutty. Like, actually. Off the chain as they say. Just a little. After she placed the first hot stones along my spine and I was enjoying their warmth and heaviness, I had this thought: what if I just fling myself off of this table, sending stones flying and crouch naked in the corner swiping at her and growling a little?
Why would I have this thought? Why??? I love the hot stones. I love the massage. I LOVE Stephanie. Why do weird and situationally inappropriate things like that come into my head? Is this normal? I also wonder what it's like to get a massage for a man. It's a very sensual thing. And you're naked! Do you have to practice self control for a few days before going? Could you refuse the nakedness and wear a cup?
And that is all. No gray this time. Just silver...and the sparkly deep reddish color of my fancy fingernails.
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