Feeling lazy, I agreed to drive my brother to work Saturday afternoon, and I saw all the people out having fun: couples walking along in the sunshine, kids riding their bikes and skateboards, groups sitting out on patios drinking beers and laughing. I wasn't doing any of that, felt sorry for myself, and tried to appreciate it by proxy or something.
I went to the grocery store so I could say I did something productive with my day. When I parked, my CD played the song "The Pretender," and I lost it in my car. Pit party, gross. Got it together, went in the store, and sang to myself as I walked around getting the basics. One of the workers smiled and said hi, so of course I smiled back and said Hi there! He came closer and said, "I want to know your secret. Every time I see you in here, you're smiling wide. Always happy. So? You gonna tell me?" I replied, "Just optimism! That's all I got."
He really made my day. Not to mention a slew of ridiculous upbeat texts from Kurt while I was in the store. Thanks, buddy.
Let's face it. I'm a social creature. If I don't have friend or family entertainment built in to a free day's plans, I'm probably going to stay home and eat watermelon with Will & Grace. I wish I were out exploring the city on my own, but that's not how I operate. I would NEVER make it on a deserted island.
