What do you do, when you are at a girl friend’s house, but they are a friend you don’t know *that* well, and one of their male friends (you’ve never met before) becomes anxious and agitated, and tensely yells, “Oh should I just calm down? Should I just calm down? Should I just calm down?” while racing back and forth through the kitchen, from the hallway door to the porch door, before stopping at the porch door and banging their head against the door, hard, several times? And everyone is making hushing noises, and someone offers them a chair and calmingly touches their shoulder, but the guy violently strikes their hand away… and five minutes pass, and people resume chatting, trying to get things back to normal, and the event is glossed over, like nothing happened?
When I was a kid, my parents had some friends who I really liked, and wanted to see more often.
Billy and Ted lived in England, then in France. They were fascinating to me. I liked their children, too, but I enjoyed being around those grownups. They had traits that my parents didn’t, and I wanted to learn more. I remember Ted telling me about skiing through the alps, and I wanted to know more. I remember Billy taking me to a department store (it felt very fancy, but it was probably the equivalent of Target!) and when she showed me her favourite makeup brand, and I admired it, she bought me a red lip gloss and I was ecstatic! It felt so grownup and expensive and special.
Have you ever thought about what you find fun? I came across this question in The Artist’s Way, and seriously, I was stumped.
I know the excited, joyous feeling of fun, from my past. As a child, making places and objects out of Lego, and using Playmobil and Barbies and other toys to create stories, quests, dramas, romances. As a teenager, singing and acting at school. As a young adult, dancing all night. But after that?
Are you like me, and when faced with “products” in “stores,” you don’t buy anything? Are you like me, and like little samples of things?! Are you like me, and like magic lotions with natural ingredients that smell and feel nice? Well then, read on!
Sometimes you are very aware of your envy. You see a stranger who seems to have effortless personal style, and a thought bubble appears above your head: “Man, I wish I could look interesting like that.” A new friend shares their home-made venison chili jerky and smoked plum salsa, then makes you a creamy, soul-warming cup of caffeine with their pristine, stainless steel milk creamer and drip-coffee machine, and a thought bubble appears over your head: “My life would be so much better if I was interested in being a foodie, enthusiastic and proficient in homegrown and homemade gourmet cooking – and if I was interested in chic appliances!” You stumble onto a blog where a Norwegian shares gorgeous photographs of their house, their town, their life, and the photos capture an intriguing, pleasing aesthetic, so different to yours, and a thought bubble appears beside your head: “I bet life is somehow more lovely, friendly, interesting and wonderful in Norway! Oh, if only I could take amazing photos like that!”