I am at Podcamp Boston this weekend and at a sermon by Mark Berstein on Nobitics. Nobitics is the art of writing for yourself (ahem) or for a small group of friends or family. Ok and he made up the word from the latin nobis a form of the pronoun us. It’s meant to refer to intimacy. He calls this particular blog of mine nobitic. He refers to me as a self-described “ninja queercaster” who he thought didn’t or perhaps wouldn’t share her name. Well that would be because I am Ninja. I think he missed that point. I not just a ninja – my name is Ninja.
July 19, 2008
July 4, 2008
Happiness? I Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Happiness.
I left a comment on Leesa Barnes blog : http://www.leesabarnes.com/happiness-is-a-choice-not-an-emotion/#comment-5546 after she called for all of us to write about happiness. Happiness is completely overrated. Don’t you think? It’s a scam – it’s something the priests and rabbis and American revolutionaries say you should pursue at all costs. Why? Why can’t I be miserable? I love my misery. I love my pain.
Yeah well this is what I wrote:
“Three percent of the world’s population (check snopes and wikipedia – do not trust the ninja) are naturally happy. Money or good health apparently have nothing to do with it. Just gobs and gobs of serotonin jumping from neuron to neuron I imagine. For the rest of us happiness is choice. And for everything else – of course – there’s mastercard.
Not to diminish any of the other comments, but we women are famous for believing that doing for others makes us happy – that going within and finding our inner strength and loving ourselves are the keys. The men don’t have to bother with all that because at any age, a red sports car and a looker on their arm is sufficient to make them happy. They really know how to live in the moment don’t they? (at least 3% of them anyway). I kind of like being a curmudgeon – that’s what makes me happy.
Leesa made me happy tonight because she gave me this opportunity to gush about my despair.
