The next thing I would like to blog on is "self help books" I'm looking for a title that reads "How to stop reading Self Help books and start Living" Think I'll find it? Here's my guess, "Not a chance!"
So, if you know my schtick it is SELF HELP PORN.
TOO MUCH, WAY TO MUCH!
I've read so many "self help" books that by now I should be a shrink...I should have letters after my name i.e. Ceri B.A.D.A.S.S. yeah, call me negative Nancy, doubting Debbie, mad Meg or serious Ceri.
What I want to know is this: How many books do I need to read before I can be good, accepted, beautiful, sweet, kind, generous, Mother Theresa, Buddha, or know if I've had a really good orgasm or if I'm living the moment or spending too much time on the past or future? Yeah, I know I never saved for my future and to celebrate, I'm taking a quick course in "shopping cart mechanics"
I think - as I was drifting off to sleep last night - that I had an epiphany, what do I really want? I began by mumbling to myself...why do I like listening to Hey Eugene by Pink Martini?
Why do I like cheeky songs that make me feel rebellious? Love songs that make me remember?
Why am I thinking more and more that I want to escape the city and move into seclusion?
Why do I feel so cranky?
Epiphany - 'cause that's just who I am...live with it.
Oh and "NO MORE SELF HELP BOOKS!"
No comments:
Post a Comment