Sunday, May 18, 2008
The Benefits of Forgetfulness
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.