Here is my gift to you this weekend. Read this book. Or read her other book “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened”. And while you’re waiting for those books from your 2 day Amazon Prime account to arrive, google Jenny Lawson and start enjoying her blog or twitter of where-ever you want to follow her. Why? Because Jenny Lawson can do what is really really hard to do. She can make you laugh about pathological family stuff and depression.
When I posted a few weeks ago that I was going to try to make my posts sillier? Ok, that lasted one post. I’m too f-in serious too much of the time. That’s the reason I have the “There is a direct correlation between the amount of happiness in one’s life and the amount of silliness in it” (Curly Girl Designs) wall hangings both at home and in my office. I am not silly by nature but boringly and intensely way too serious too much of the time. My husband encourages me to drink more alcohol and I would if that worked, but it doesn’t. I can get a little bit giddy for about 30 minutes before it wears off, and then I’m just annoyed and fatter. I’m just not that funny of a person, but it is a wonderful trait to strive for and the reason I have those canvases – to remind myself to try to be a little sillier.
I read “Lets Pretend This Never Happened” as I was leaving for a yearly trip with my parents to Las Vegas that once was fun, but now has become just a chore, made worse by the recent icky behavior on both sides causing segments of my family to no longer speak. I thought it would help me feel better about my family issues, and it did. Her parents and life was far weirder than mine and it was totally delightful. I bought this other book shortly after I returned and hadn’t gotten around to reading it. But today, having just endured a texting battle and resolution with someone close to me, I feel beat up and spent and exhausted emotionally, and here I had the perfect book at the ready again. A book about just deciding not to be depressed anymore and attacking happiness with a fury.
Here’s an excerpt: Reprinted without permission. “All things considered, the last six months have been a goddamn Victorian tragedy. Today my husband, Victor, handed me a letter informing me that another friend had unexpectedly died. You might think that this would push me over the edge into an irreversible downward spiral of Xanax and Regina Spektor songs, but no. It’s not. I’m f-cking done with sadness, and I don’t know what’s up the -ss of the universe lately but I’ve HAD IT. I AM GOING TO BE FURIOUSLY HAPPY, OUT OF SHEER SPITE”.
Thank you Jenny Lawson for making me laugh about how hard life is. I wish I had your talent. I don’t. But I can offer her to you because if you can find a way to laugh today about how crazy the world is and how difficult life is, then your $ will have been very well spent, and I will have given you something special today by leading you to her. Enjoy!
And now I’m going to go outside and walk my dog, while listening to Regina Spektor. Namaste.