Category Archives: Accidental Happiness
It gives me some small comfort that pretty much everyone I know is on drugs. Prescribed medications, of course. Mostly. I even joke that we should have someone at the door where I work, standing to the side like a WalMart greeter. I envision them holding a platter with colorful pills of blue, yellow, pink and green, offering whichever flavor the incoming customer prefers. It would just make everything so much easier if EVERYONE were on medication.
That said, when did we all become so stressed out? Mental illness has been around for eons and ages. People have been axe-murdering each other since forever ago. But I have to wonder if it wasn’t television that gave us all the big boot into modern day neurosis.
From what I’ve read and in my own non-professional understanding, back before World War II we didn’t all realize that the guy next door could potentially be a serial killer. We were all sort of content to smile at one another and believe the best in our neighbors. Once war images started being televised, society realized that there was some ugly stuff going on in the world. Not that we were really oblivious to the dark side of life, but maybe not aware of its reality on such a large, worldwide scale.
Nowadays it seems everyone is on something just to handle the craziness of everyday life, and social media isn’t making it any easier to maintain one’s sanity. Seems like any stupid thing you do might be subject to millions of viewers on YouTube if you happen to be in the vicinity of someone with a cell phone, which – let’s face it – is pretty much everyone. And the constant play by play of a life can wreak havoc on the mental condition of anyone.
My advice in a crazy mushed up world? Think about what you WANT, and remember what you’ve already DONE.
* Think of the best case scenario for the day and hold that image in your mind. Yesterday, for example, I was feeling punky, and I imagined myself out on a lake, just floatin’ on a boat. Improved my mood immediately! Did I get to go out on the lake? No. But seeing myself there made my body relax and set my mind at ease, so that I was better able to deal with what was right in front of me.
There are waayyyy too many of these kind of lists: “I should have”; “I ought to”; “I didn’t”. We all beat ourselves up over the littlest of things, because there are always so very many things to be doing.
* Keep a journal (I use an old unwanted book someone was tossing out, and use colorful Sharpie markers to write all this down) for your new lists. In one column or page write the things you’d like to accomplish for the day: Grocery Shopping, Pick up Dry Cleaning, Wash the Car, etc. In the other column or page, write down what you actually accomplish that day. Include little things like: Treated myself to lunch on the river. Took the dog for a long walk. Finished that short story I’ve been putting off. Washed some dishes. Took a long bath.
We tend to berate ourselves for things we DON’T accomplish instead of praising ourselves for the many things we do without thinking about it. Try to remember and include all the awesome things you took care of today.
Will this increase your performance and efficiency? I don’t care! The fact is, being nice to yourself will probably give you a longer life expectancy than beating yourself up over a less than perfectly organized house.
Just my thoughts on how to be Accidentally Happy with just a little effort.
conversation between me and coworker:
him: “…blah blah blah, I think I have a Peter Pan Complex”.
me: “speaking of which: I have a Pee Your Pants Complex, so I have to go Tinkerbell”.
any of you normal people that follow this blog, you might not appreciate today’s snippet.
but for all you roller derby girls, ex-junkies and psych ward patients, well i think you’ll get what i’m sayin’ here.
it’s been a long week already. i have a schedule at work that goes: Long Week, Short Week, Medium Week, then starts over again. this is the long one i’ve just finished, and ended it last night with an altercation. so today i’m lounging around in my pajamas (yoga pants, whatever) and just breathing, you know?
suddenly there is this harsh pounding on my door, and i’m like CRAP! WHAT?! I’M ABOUT TO WATCH SOME TWILIGHT ZONES, LEMME ALONE!
but i answer the door. the mailman (and you’ll hear more about him another time) was actually concerned that someone in the house might be hurt. we’ve let our mail pile up all week because of my schedule and my sister’s, who is pulling double shifts. and most of it is catalogues and junk mail adds, so who’s going to run out at midnight to worry about cleaning out the box? not me!
but he had noticed we hadn’t picked it up, and he was like “everything OK here?” which is soooo sweet! and i brushed him off, “oh yeah, it’s fine, sorry!!”
i pull all the mail out and smile at him. “sorry!”
then later i happen to look in the mirror and see
wonky hair in all directions, ex mascara smeared all over my face and basic overall grumpiness. plus i’m in my kookoo pants and a sleeveless comic book hero tee shirt.
yep; nothing wrong with anybody here!
i get crap occasionally for being too much of a hoarder … errr … COLLECTOR. well, sometimes there is a method to my madness. (more usually, a madness to my methods)
this for instance:
this is Herman. found him at a thrift store for maybe .39 cents. one day he seemed to need a tie, so i found this ribbon i’d been holding onto for probably seven years. then my sister got rid of an old game of “ants in the pants” from when she was watching some little tyke. now, the game sucks if you are over 2.5 years, and/or can do small mental tasks like reason out the name of yourself. but THE PANTS! so i stuck Herman in the pants, and he is so very dapper, he has to stand next to the TV now and show himself off. truly adorable, and very entertaining to boot.
well dang. gave myself a minor breakdown today.
i sometimes wonder why i put up weird pictures on here, because i might like it, but really – not everyone has the same taste. and i am well aware that i am on the “outer limits” of the norm, not only for my ‘condition’ but also for my taste, style, aesthetic…and humor. oh, and outlook. but i put up pictures none the less. and Accidental Happiness # something or other- i’m glad i have! i’ve started saving some of my pics on a new jump drive, cause i’m trying to get them organized. there are some shots i deem “cooler” than others, and want to make prints of, to maybe sell at local shops in my area. and FUCK IT if my brand new drive full of pictures didn’t say “corrupted” today when i slid it into it’s little home. WTF??? i completely freaked out, then did the melting down thing, then cried. lots of hours of work, and lots of anticipation fucked all over the globe. but i did a little research and found that i’d squirreled away many of the pictures i wanted; on other drives, here, and on my facebook account. (thank you facebook!) i suppose now i should make hard copies as well as do the whole shutterfly and/or flickr thing, which i just keep putting off.
some pix i can’t find. and i guess either i don’t need them, or they don’t want to be found, or i need to go make new ones. but what a panic! and i’m glad to have found the majority in other little places. so, accidental happiness: 80% of pix recovered. word to the wise: don’t skimp on jump drives and get the cheap ass ones on sale for 3.99 in a big barrel/bin at whatever office supply store is unloading them. major suckage.
so i mentioned doing some thrifting on my birthday in a recent post. whew! last weekend was a flurry of activity. we went to garage sales, thrift stores and flea markets, and i walked away with treasures galore! a good little bit of activity out in the sun gave me some much needed skin color (though i guess “pasty white” is a common enough color in Michigan) and an outdoor DJ at the flea market made me want to linger even after my treasures were secured.
here is one more of my finds from that weekend, from a thrift store by my sister’s work. it was love at first sight for me, and doubly so when i sat down in it; it rocks, swivels, and is the perfect size and length to stretch out a bit with a good book.
been abandoned in someone’s attic for some time. but here it is all shiny and new!
i loved this pillow so much. i saw it at the flea market where i got the booze bottles, and it had a small chewed up hole on one corner. obviously someone’s dog thought it was charming too. 🙂 they sold it off for only a quarter, while the woman yelled at me that insulators are for receiving lightning so your house doesn’t burn up. OK! i mean, she actually yelled at me. i should have made her drop the price to a dime just for being rude. but it was hot out, and her table was directly in the sun with no tent or awning, so i’m sure it was the heat that was making her bitchy…errr…enthusiastic.
i cut an Ikea shopping bag in two and made the halves into ‘purse pillows’ cause i thought they looked so cute together. now she looks like a thoroughly distressed shopper who just missed the sale of the decade. or discovered her husband left her and took her favorite Kate Spade purse on accident.
(by the by, the chair – though not well pictured – was also a steal. found a set of them, old parlour chairs, at a Goodwill for only 6.00 each. i plan to redo the fabric. you can’t see how cute the shape is, but they are CHARMING!)