My Happy List
Okay, well, as I was cruelly (*sob*) accused (heh) of being an emo girl last night, I thought I'd use today's post to deflate that impression. (Though I also want to point out "emo" didn't used to mean soppy, sad, depressed. It meant something cooler once.)
I realize I talk about serious things on the blog a lot, and I've got a black and red color scheme going on here (mostly because I can't find anyone to design me a new template) but in real life, I'm not all Sturm und Drang at all. If you knew me outside of my writing, which tends to come out more serious and dreamy for some reason, you'd know I don't appear emo and sad all the time. And anyway, trust me, my hourglass body doesn't work with those heroin-chic emo clothes at all, so if the uniform just won't fit...
But I am getting sidetracked. What I'm saying is, I started this blog during a very tumultuous year in my life. Lots of things needed to be worked on and evolved, and during this process I have been struggling and it hasn't always been happy. But the point IS, I'm doing this struggling not to express and revel in how oh-so-hard-life-is, but to actually get myself to happy. That's the goal. In my life, if I have ever had a stage where I am miserable, I have never had the goal to stay in that miserable place. I don't enjoy sadness. And I absolutely can not STAND morose inertia.
If you met me in real life, you'd see my vibe most days actually tends from the playful and laughing to the calm and soothing. I'm rarely walking around looking like the sky is falling. Sure, somedays of late I felt like that and I'm just pretending things are fine. But honestly, given the choice, I will always choose fun and good-craziness and laughter to sad, dramatic, tortured artist commiseration. A little of that goes a long way. And I'd also like to point out that being serious about something is not the same as being miserable about it. Nor that if one takes something seriously, one can't also be silly.
Anyway, I won't say I want to apologize for the blog not reflecting both sides of my personality accurately enough, or that it needs fixing--I just write whatever comes up for me at the time, and it simply is what it is. I tend to write more to help me unknot a problem than I do to just express when there are no problems. But I do hope some hints of the other parts of my personality come through here. And given that I do write whatever I'm thinking about at the time, and today I'm thinking about this topic, it seems this would be an excellent opportunity to write a deliberately positive-themed post.
So, without any further dilly-dallying, here is a spontaneously generated (and probably incomplete) list of things that make me instantly, completely happy. Most of them are things that'll result in a cheese-eating grin I can't wipe off my face, though a few are the kind that produce that glowy, secret inner-smile. If I could have a few of these each day, I would probably never be sad.
Believe it or not, I've been told far and wide that my smile is infectious and one of my greatest features. So, if you want to see it directed at you, do or give me one or more of the items below.
And when you're done reading, please do tell me what some of yours are, or if you share any of mine. Or, make your own list on your own blog, and let me know. It feels good to do. You'll like it. It's a nice alternative to the whole New Year's resolution thing. Don't focus on what you have to fix, but what is right with the world around you, right now, and that you can delight in any old day.
Things That Make Me Smile/Things that Make Me Laugh/Things That Make Me Joyous
Dancing (the kind you do, not watch)
Loud music in dark bars
Getting presents--especially the kind where you can tell the person really thought about who you are
Giving presents...
...And seeing people's faces light up when they open them
Randomly coming across that perfect thing that you didn't even know existed but that absolutely delights you, or that you know will absolutely delight another specific person you want to delight
My nephews whenever they laugh or smile
The ocean
The smell of the beach
Very good wordplay or thoughtplay or sexplay
Someone I like talking dirty to me
Baking...
...And the smell of anything baking
A rainy day, a comfortable bed or couch, a book, and curling up
Unsolicited expressions of affection or caring
Reciprocated expressions of affection or caring
The Onion, most days, when I remember to read it
Seeing someone I care about but haven't seen in a long time finally walking toward me
Seeing someone I care about but haven't seen in the last five minute walk back into the room
Genuine hugs
Being held by someone I love
Laughing so hard with someone over something that every time you stop and look at each other again, you have to crack up again
Being the only one who got the joke
Talking to a good friend for hours and not even noticing the time
Fucking a good friend for hours and not even noticing the time
Trying new food (the stranger, the better)
Traveling new places
Watching a great film
Trees and sunlight and water (the combination of all three is what works)
Smart comedians
The quote, "I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this." (Emo Philips)
Coming in after shoveling snow to fresh-off-the-griddle grilled cheese and hot Campbell's tomato soup
Orgasms (the smile happens after it finishes)
Street fairs
Farmer's markets
Kid logic
Writing something that feels whole and complete and good
Rereading something I wrote long after I wrote it and still thinking it's really good
Secret favorite spots
Discovering some funky, new place or thing...
...Sharing it with someone I know will appreciate it
Full-body massages
Back rubs
Foot rubs
Head scratches
Driving long distances with my favorite music blasting on the stereo
Having a moment where I remember to just stop and look at the open sky
Sunlight
Hearing a crowd sing along to a song at an arena concert
Hearing a movie theater full of people all laugh uproariously together or spontaneously break out into applause
The moment of anticipation when the lights dim at the movies or the theater just before something you've been dying to see starts
The smell of piles of leaves in the fall
The smell and exhilaration of feeling that first spring breeze
Seeing the first robin of the season
Geese (not ducks, not swans--just geese)
Baby geese
Unselfconscious eccentrics
People who randomly sing or do something playful or deliberately goofy in public
Resting my head on the shoulder or lap of someone I care about
Walking together, linking arms
Having someone I love unconsciously stroke my hair
The sound of my lover moaning in pleasure
Observing random, unexpected acts of kindness or connection take place
Outside on a cold evening, the smell of a wood-burning fire
Watching a campfire or fire in a fireplace
His mouth
His laugh
Waking up next to him, feeling his body against mine
What are yours?
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Photo credits:
Want to butt heads?" by tomato umlaut
It's those geese again by uberschnapp
Into the wild blue yonder by Roselea
Making sure the mothership doesn't sink by dotlyc
Mummy Goose by miss pupik




Comments (9)
I agree on the geese. Near my parent's house, there is a duck pond. Years ago, there used to be this weird goose that was very thin and strangely upright. It looked like a skinny penguin goose. I loved that damn bird. It was a lanky rock star goose amongst lesser geese.
What makes me strangely happy is neatly arranged, high quality produce. I blogged about this once, but I'm not going to link to myself in comments -- that's crazily narcissistic to me.
Anyway, a good example is the flagship Whole Foods here. Their produce section is not immaculate or elegant, which would suck. I want produce, not jewelry. It's comfy and homey yet impeccable. Tangles of tomatoes on the vine, boxes of bright berries... I especially love things like carrots, zucchini, and eggplants arranged in a neat geometric pile with their butts facing toward me.
1. Posted by Hiromi on December 22, 2006
There is a noticeable lack of "THE RETROPOLITAN" on that list, Miss Syl.
NOTICEABLE BY THE RETROPOLITAN
2. Posted by The Retropolitan on December 22, 2006
Hiromi: Yes, geese rock my world. They're smart, tough, affectionate, curious, playful, weird, akward and graceful at the same time, protective of those they love, funny as hell...all the qualities my favorite people have.
I love lots of produce choice, myself--but I like it more in the wild even than in the supermarket. Hence "farmer's markets" (though I should just say any open air market)
But, heh, your discussion of the vegetable butts reminds me of some lines from one of my favorite films, Withnail and I:
Monty:
Do you like vegetables? I've always been fond of root crops but I only
started to grow last summer. I happen to think the cauliflower more
beautiful than the rose.
[...]
I think the carrot infinitely more fascinating
than the geranium. The carrot has mystery. Flowers are essentially
tarts. Prostitutes for the bees. There is, you'll agree, a certain je ne
sais quoi oh so very special about a firm young carrot.
3. Posted by Miss Syl on December 22, 2006
Retropolitan: But how do you know you are not the "him" in the last few lines?
And your response made me laugh out loud, not just smile. You score.
And when I say "score,"...
4. Posted by Miss Syl on December 22, 2006
If anything, I thought I might be included in "kid logic."
5. Posted by The Retropolitan on December 22, 2006
Hey. I'm not on your list.
I'd say pout or sulk but that's not my style.
How about brood.
6. Posted by Elvis on December 22, 2006
Karl Elvis: Please refer to my initial answer to The Retropolitan above.
And you are very adorable when you brood. You know I like it dark...even though I'm NOT emo. NOT!
Heh.
7. Posted by Miss Syl on December 22, 2006
First, a piece of advice...if you don't want to be called an emo-girl, don't quote Emo Phillips:-)
I actually envision you as pretty happy most of the time. I guess I haven't been reading close enough or perhaps I've just been reading between the lines. Your list is great, but the greatest thing is that you didn't turn it into a real meme and tag someone with it.
THAT makes me happy.
Chuckles to you!
8. Posted by Omnipotent Poobah on December 22, 2006
Poohbah: If Emo Philips is the definition of emo, then bring it on.
I'm so glad someone reading doesn't think I'm all morose all the time. I didn't think I was coming across that way either, but you never know...
I actually LIKE memes. Add that to my list of freaky characteristics.
I suppose I don't even mind tagging that much. People don't HAVE to do it, just 'cause they're tagged. But for some reason, I don't tend to tag others much. I figure if people like it, they'll do it, anyway, with or without tagging. That's what usually happens.
9. Posted by Miss Syl on December 23, 2006