Thursday, December 18, 2008
barnacle!
people who are confident, shut up. no one wants to hear about it. there is nothing i hate like someone calmly talking about how what has really made his or her life work is a strong foundational layer of self-esteem, which, even when it's shaken, never falls down. especially when they say it like they're proud of themselves.
when someone wins the lottery (and face it, confidents: you have), if they are nice, they don't start talking to their poorer friends about how glad they are that they have all this money. they acknowledge it with some humility when appropriate, and then they talk about something else.
/barnacle. i don't really mean this. except when i do. and for the record, i'm enormously pleased with my own strides toward okayness, but i don't talk about it all the time. jeez.
when someone wins the lottery (and face it, confidents: you have), if they are nice, they don't start talking to their poorer friends about how glad they are that they have all this money. they acknowledge it with some humility when appropriate, and then they talk about something else.
/barnacle. i don't really mean this. except when i do. and for the record, i'm enormously pleased with my own strides toward okayness, but i don't talk about it all the time. jeez.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
my book jacket blurbs.
some of the better compliments ever given to me:
i thought i'd make a list. right now i'm pretty on top of the world, but later it might be good to read them again.
you have the longest eyelashes i've ever seen.
it's like you listen instead of waiting for your turn to talk.
you don't really like to fool yourself about things.
i want to ride the bus with you.
you're going to be one of the cool moms.
if that's the note you have, keep on singing, sister.
not bad, rookie.
i feel like we're married in some parallel universe.
it's like you listen instead of waiting for your turn to talk.
you don't really like to fool yourself about things.
i want to ride the bus with you.
you're going to be one of the cool moms.
if that's the note you have, keep on singing, sister.
not bad, rookie.
i feel like we're married in some parallel universe.
i thought i'd make a list. right now i'm pretty on top of the world, but later it might be good to read them again.
