How to Pick Up Chicks
Whew!! What a marathon of writing!
I have been diligently working on my book, “The Neverending Story of Eternal Suckage” and feel that I am getting incredibly close to the final product. So far, I have been able to get my heroine across the bottom of the ocean, into a secret city, and almost to the point where she is able to have her dreams come true. The problem is, I’m not sure that it really matters to anyone but me. Strike that. I KNOW that it doesn’t.
I have the same problem with this blog.
What has occurred to me is that, even though not many people read this delicious diatribe of diabolical dialogue (aka, my blog), I think I need to write it. Even if you are only here for the picture of a field of flowers, it is important for me to say what is important to be said.
Last night, I decided to read a couple pages of “Tuesdays with Morrie,” in the bathtub before I went to sleep for the night. After two full tubs of different water, a crick in my neck, and the wrinkliest toes I’ve ever had, I put the book down, completed, two hours later.
This book is old hat, I know. But, to me, it was so important. To hear the living directions of a dying man truly bridges the barrier between life and death and puts my life into perspective. What are the things that are important to me? What are the things that I spend my time on? What are the things that I should be doing differently? What are the things that I will regret if I don’t do?
I guess the key thing I took away from the book was that loving and communicating with people is the most important thing that we can do here on earth. For a lot of people, this is hard. For me, not so much. Yet, I have found that since becoming a SAH mom, I have inverted, closed-up and regressed into the small, dirty shell of my apartment. With complete control over my schedule, do I choose to go out and touch the world around me? No. I would rather stay inside my home and touch a bunch of keys.
Yeah, you say. But how does this help me pick up chicks?
Hold your horses, buckwheat. I’m getting there.
What we think we want, more than anyone, is to be heard, to be noticed, and to be loved. But, what really want is to truly listen, give, and love others. That is the trick. True joy and happiness doesn’t come from centering our lives around what will bring us joy, but centering our lives around what will bring joy to others. That is the lesson that Morrie teaches Mitch in his book. It is a lesson that I am struggling to learn.
So, do you want to know how to pick up smart chicks? Listen to them like they are saying the most important thing in the world. Give them your time, energy, and prayers. Love them as if they are the most precious gift that has ever been given to the universe.
This works. The trick is, it works for everyone. Men, women, children, old fat guys with bald spots, girls in bikinis with low self esteem. The best part is, if you do it, you will end up learning to really love and really be loved in the process.
Today I went to the library. Armed with these thoughts about love and service, I was full of emotion. There was a lady at the library who told me that my daughter was cute. In return, I told her all the things I was contemplating about love and loss, service and sacrifice, giving and growing. I cried a little. She smiled a lot. We talked like we had known each other for a long time.
It is a wonderful universe that brings chances to love into our lives when we are prepared to see them. I am so glad that I was able to re-evaluate what is the most important thing in my life. I’m glad for a chance to make a coincidental friendship with someone who could be my next great teacher. I hope that I will be able to see the things that are worth seeing and ignore the ones that aren’t.