Mar 20 2011
Hello, Cool People!
Thanks for visiting me this week.
I’m the first to admit that I can turn things and people inside out trying to understand them. That’s not only the reporter in me, but also the student of human nature. I’m working toward my doctorate in understanding my fellow human beings, especially men, but so far, I don’t even have my bachelor’s. Yup, I think a whole lot about bachelors, especially eligible ones.
While I’m guilty of being overanalytical, and, yes, picky, to me, that also means I look carefully at everything. The world and the people in it provide much to critique, but there is often a positive side to everything. So, this week, I present you with Molly’s Top Five List for Making Lemonade Outta Lemons.
#5: It sux to have the flu.
Who wants to lie in bed sweating out a fever or sneezing your way through a box of Kleenex until you look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer doped up on Theraflu? If you’re anything like me, and that would be ridiculously busy, you’re always feeling guilty for not doing something: working out, cleaning your home, or breaking your back getting through all the stuff on your desk. So, when I’m sick, I consider it a guilt-free ticket to being self-indulgent, enjoying some long-needed sleep, snuggling with my cat, and watching whatever I want on TV. It’s not a day at the spa, but I kick guilt in the butt and make the most out of it. Chillax, peeps!
#4: It sux to get a gift that you absolutely detest.
On a recent birthday, my great-aunt in New Hampshire sent me a two-sizes-too-large pair of lavender pajamas. Trust me, people, even if they had been tailor-made to fit me, I wouldn’t have wanted my sheets to see me dressed in this shiny ensemble. The large green buttons screamed “clown,” and the PJs were a frightful assault on my fashion sensibilities. But they were expensive. Someone liked them enough to design and manufacture them. And oddly enough, they were hot sellers.
What’s a girl to do? Regift, that’s what. The following weekend, I went to Swansea Memorial, told the nurses I had a super present for the right person, and was escorted to the room of a long-term patient in a ratty gown who was beyond ecstatic to meet me and receive the lavender ensemble. Had I never received that deplorable gift, I never would have thought to give joy to a stranger and receive even more in return.
#3: It sux bad when friends are not who we thought they were.
Nobody goes through this life without losing a friend. Without losing several. No matter how freakin’ awesome we are, stuff just happens with people. Sometimes we walk away, sometimes it’s mutual, and sometimes people walk away on us. It hurts. But it’s difficult to comprehend when someone, whether male or female, turns out to be very different from the person we thought we knew.
Consider it a blessing. Revelations hurt, but they can also rock n’ roll. You learn from them; you save yourself from investing more of yourself with the person, and, most importantly, you save big buckaroonies on future birthday and holiday gifts.
#2: It sux when jealousy causes people to lash out or leave us.
Along these same lines, it’s sad when jealousy destroys people. Who hasn’t lost a friend because that person was jealous of our success, looks, dreams, desires, or other friends? What to do? Start by figuring out why that person was jealous of you. Take whatever positive quality you have, and know that even if it turned one person away for the wrong reasons, you can inspire and make another happy by gifting them with it. Hang with the peeps who appreciate you. Look around you; you’ll find them.
#1: It sux to have a hot prospect that doesn’t pan out.
Okay, so maybe my priorities are a bit out of whack. Maybe #2 and #3 are really more important in the bigger scheme of things. But at this stage of my life, I’m searching for the right man. And you, cool peeps, might be searching for the right man or woman of your dreams. If they don’t pan out, take it from me. Pass ‘em on (be nice now!). Just remember: every pot has a lid. And for those who are happily partnered, married, or significant-otherized, keep in mind that your special someone was probably once someone else’s bad date. Even me.
Yours in pickniness: