I really love being happy. I don't like movies with sad endings. I try not to write about bad, petty things that happen to me in my journal because it just brings it back fresh to me. I try to help people who are unhappy because having happy people around me cheers me up, too. I often read the end of a book to see if it's going to be worth my effort to read the whole thing.
I've noticed that I'm getting even more forgetful as I grow older. Many times, it's terribly annoying. I can't remember names. Well, that was always a problem for me but it seems to be getting worse. I can't remember where I put things. On the other hand, I tend to forget bad things easier. I'm not remembering movies in detail so I can watch them a second time and enjoy it all over again. I just watched Lord of the Rings and couldn't remember half of it.
My son values the importance of reality. He's given me books that have more real endings. He feels my journals should reflect reality as well. I'm sure it's true but I'm looking out my window at the trees covered with pink and white blossoms and I'm happy. I refuse to remember the headache of Friday's missed delivery by FedEX who said we were not home. We were looking out the window all day waiting for my perishable $1,000.00 thyrogen package. Heaven knows what home that delivery person went to since it was supposed to be delivered BY 3:00 PM and the tracking number revealed that the delivery person said he was here at 2:56 PM. Puhleaze.....
OH NO! I've just written it all down. You see? Wouldn't it be better for me to forget all this. The sky is beautiful this morning. My husband is making some terrific oatmeal with bananas and cranberries. I'm going to make some of my hot frappaccino. I'm happy. I'm happy.
Your post is comforting, for I can't remember names, plots of novels, etc., either.
ReplyDeleteI posted my blog update, then checked out yours. We're in a similar mood today, I'd say.
Oh, you are so right. Reality jumps up and shouts in our face often enough, no need to go looking for it. I'm all for escapism as often as possible, I hate scary films or violent films, though I must admit to a real love of murder mystery films and TV - Poirot, Midsummer Murders, Rosemary and Thyme, I love them all. I never read newspapers because they seem to wallow in other people's problems and difficulties. I don't watch the news on TV because it seems banal and too intent on vicarious suffering - "What did you feel when you heard about .......?" Makes me want to throw things at the television. I listen to the radio to keep up to date with the news and that is quite enough. Sorry, this is rather a long comment, but you hit something I feel strongly about.
ReplyDeleteI love long comments, Amanda. It's wonderful to have a dialogue. I love mysteries, too, and I also listen to the news on the radio and I watch world news that are not sensationalized just for viewer ratings. Trying to be happy doesn't mean we shut our eyes to what's happening in the world. We do have to remain vigilant. But scary films and violence, I agree with you completely. Yuk!
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you, it's better to forget unpleasantness. I too love happy endings. Maybe it's the female romantic side of us :-)
ReplyDeleteguess i'll join the conversation. i do write down negative things in my therapy journal just to get them out and get rid of them. i think otherwise they eat you up inside. then i can go to nicer happier things. i do avoid scary violent movies. just got a great happy dvd "dan in real life," it's a comedy romantic thoroughly enjoyable movie. watched it last night from netflix. the news is depressing as is the newspaper. my latest project has been to write with humor and nostalgia.
ReplyDeleteIsn't this Buddhist teaching? --Thoughts are magnetic; they attract circumstances. And enlightenment is the process of becoming aware and directing our thinking.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy you are happy. Me too.
You and me have a lot in common, hehe.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice evening :)
I spent the morning writing cards to thank people for their expressions of sympathy for the death of a loved one. Life doesn't let us wear our rose colored glasses after we reach a certain point. For some the point is very young, for some a little older. If you dwell on unhappy things, eventually there can even be some "pleasure" in feeling sorry for yourself, I've been there, and didn't like that about myself. I like happy, I like attractive surroundings and flowers and I don't think that that means I don't realize that that is not always possible. I know everyone doesn't believe the bible to be divine, but I think that anyone would agree there is wisdom in it, and one of my favorite quotes is "whatsoever things are lovely, think on these things." I think that is one reason that I am enjoying everyone's blogs so much. It is a treat for the eyes in addition to the more obvious pleasures of learning about people's lives and sharing interests we have in common. I think that your post is making people think this morning or afternoon depending on where you are.
ReplyDeleteYour post reminds me of the words of my friend Brian (the Buddhist priest) who says we are what we think about. If we think about happiness, we are happy. There is much to be gained from this approach so that when we must think about troubles, we can resolve them!
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What beautiful flowers in the header to your blog!
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I called by to thank you for your kind comment today.. I found myself happliy reading away at your posts and your writing made very easy reading.. I found you 'Musings' amusing.. but in a nice way.
ReplyDeleteI came across a poem on Forgetfulness... I hope you enjoy it.
Forgetful Poem
My forgetter's getting better
But my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny but,
To me, that is no joke.
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there."
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away,
I ask myself, "who's that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
Don't forget to laugh!
Have a great week... and thank you again for being a part of Sky Watch..
Tom
Your happiness radiates through your posts-- and you even found a way to frame the "annoying" in humour!!
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to stop by and wish you a good day!
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