Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I’m Good Enough, I’m Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me (Kind Of)
I’ve been in a mental rut lately. I’ve considered therapy…any kind really. Retail, food, controlled substances, whatever. I’ve made my list, checked it twice, and come to discover that I am either too poor, too fat, or too pregnant for any of the previous solutions to truly be effective. So, I’ve decided on the next best thing: Stuart Smalley.
It doesn’t matter how negative I get (Go ahead, let your government screw you up the ass, don't take my word for it...or better yet...Keep messing with me, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.), I can always go to a mental place where butterflies and puppy dogs play. That place is called Saturday Night Live.
Sometimes I feel like eating chocolate cake by the double handfuls or pulling into the garage and leaving the car running…and that’s…ok. I stop what I’m doing (a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips) and remember that I am a worthy human being, if only in Mr. Smalley’s eyes.