Happy Twitch

Okay, so I love this conversation between Conan and comedian Louis C.K. He is totally right. Everything’s amazing and nobody’s happy. And whose fault is that? Whose responsibility is it to roll us in the frosting of gratitude and sprinkle us with bright colored happiness? Yep.

The other night I was watching the movie "French Kiss" with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline, who says in his best pissy Frenchman accent, "When people tell me they are happy, it makes my ass twitch." I love that. Let’s be honest, when we are festering in misery being around happy people TOTALLY makes our asses twitch! When February and March hit Utah and I am hanging on by a very thin thread – when I am dressed in my farewell party gown, on my hands and knees with my head in the oven, desperate for sunshine and blue sky – the last thing I want is to be around someone that is waxing poetic about the wonders of winter. They love it, I get it. I don’t. And, yes, their glee makes my ass twitch.

But, I have had it. I am done. The sun is out and this winter, as hard as it tried, didn’t kill me. Maybe next year I will figure out the winter thing. But, for right now, I am re-joining the ranks of those that CAUSE the ass twitching – not those that sit and bitch about it. There are literally millions of things that I have at my fingertips that give me happygasms. Time again for me to eat them up.

It’s true – everything is amazing and I for one am determined to be listed among the ridiculously happy. At least for the next ten months.