Going outta my head

So I'm reading A New Earth.  I'd been meaning to buy it, but when a friend lent me his copy recently I took it as a sign.  The only troubling thing is, this person had already given the book to someone else who was apparently reading it a rather leisurely pace.  This prompted the owner of the book to take it back and lend it to me instead.  Did I feel at ease accepting a book that had been snatched away from someone mid-read?  Not really.  Especially seeing as this is a book on enlightenment!  But they both insisted and in the end I complied, promising to return it to the previous reader as soon as I was finished.

I feel I should mention that the owner of this book hasn't actually read it, nor does he plan to.  (He's decided he just isn't ready to be enlightened.)  If he had read it, I'm guessing there wouldn't have been any of the lending/nonlending shenanigans that delivered this lovely book to me in the first place.  But that's neither here nor there.

I love A New Earth.  I'm having trouble putting it down.  I'm sort of in that stage where I seem to be biting my tongue, perhaps deciding if I really want to say that which my brain is urging me to say.  The other night we were watching TV when Hubby turned to me, no doubt expecting a smart alec, wisenhiemer remark to come dancing out of my mouth.  But I had nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  The content of the commercial we'd just seen was such that ordinarily I'd instantly be off on some sort of mouthy diatribe.  But it didn't bother me, you see.

I have indulged myself once or twice, of course, when I felt something was truly worthy of going off my diet of enlightenment for.  To the man in the park on Tuesday, I'm sorry.  (You know who you are.)  You, who were repeatedly doing flips and practicing some sort of martial arts in a frantic, athletic, feverish way?  I didn't want to say you were "displaying," as the male chimpanzees do when they see the female chimps on Animal Planet's Escape to Chimp Eden.  Pointing this catty observation out to Hubby was perhaps the equivalent to someone on a strict diet devouring several Big Macs.  But it did feel warm and fuzzy, I have to say.  (If that wasn't an example of displaying then I don't know what is.  Although I suppose you'd have to watch the show to really understand what I'm talking about.  It's fantastic.)   

Other than one or two other brief relapses, I do hope these peaceful, in the moment feelings last.  (And no, that's not me speaking with an air of doubtfulness, it's my ego.  She's always trying to get airtime.  The bitch.)

xoxo

Comments

[Sister]

Well, I don't want you to be nice all the time. I like when you're a fresh girl.

[Amy]

What the hell are we going to talk about from now on? Enlightenment my ass.

[The Odd Broad]

I know. It's more fun to be bad. But we can't let Lukey and Mary hear us being catty!