Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Finding The Happy
For those of who know me, or have met me live and in the flesh, you'll know I'm not a Happy Sunshine Pollyanna person. But I'm also not a miserable human being who walks with a cloud over her head all the time. I'm pretty much an even-keel kind of gal. There are two types of people I cannot tolerate - those who create drama for the sake of drama and those who endlessly gripe for the sake of griping. Look, I can whine with the best of 'em, but sooner or later you need to stop whining, pull up your big girl panties, and take your medicine. Life isn't always pleasant. It has a way of rearing it's ugly head when you least expect it. I usually give myself a few days to wallow, and then I need to "move on." Because frankly, not only does My Man dislike being around Wallowing Wendy, I dislike being around Wallowing Wendy.
I hit a wall last week. I feel a little guilty about this since it meant I spent my weekend in a foul mood. My Man works hard, this is a busy time of year for him at his job, and the last thing he needs is a cranky girlfriend on the weekend. It's not fair to him, and honestly? I don't like being cranky girl. So by Monday morning, I had resolved to "get over it." But dang, that's proving to be hard. Just when I think I'm ready to take my medicine, be the big girl, someone ends up smacking me upside the head. Or in kindergarten terms, taking my ice cream cone and dumping it in the sand box. I keep telling myself that not everybody is a Big Ol' Meanie Jerkface - and that the universe really isn't out to get me. No really, it's not. But seriously, ::sigh::.
Which got me thinking, while I was in Full Blown Irrational Cranky Mode, on what makes me "happy." Lots of things actually make me happy. My family makes me happy. Babies laughing makes me happy. Kittens make me happy. Good European chocolate topped off with a bottle of wine makes me very happy. But you know what really, really makes me happy?
And I don't think this is just a "librarian thing" - more like a "reader thing" in general. You know what flips my switch really hard? Shiny, hard cover books, with pristine dust jackets, that haven't been cracked open yet. Brand new mass market paperbacks, lined up in a row on the shelf, not a beat-up spine in the bunch.
My fetish isn't even reserved for "new" books. I love The Hunt. I haven't done it in ages, what with store-fronts closing at record speed - but there is nothing quite like a good old-fashioned Used Bookstore Hop. I used to do this all the time when I lived in Michigan. I'd drive around town, and hit anywhere from 3 to 4 used bookstores. I would spend the whole day "hunting." Sometimes I cleaned up, sometimes I found nothing, but it was just the act of pawing through piles of books, like an archaeologist looking for buried treasure, that seemed to get my mind right.
Sure I could buy lots of old historical romances on eBay, but trust me - it's not the same.
As far as actual reading goes - when I'm in full-blown Wallowing Wendy mode, it's hard for me to start reading. It's hard for me to sit down, pick up the book, and start. Once I "make myself" start - I can usually keep going for a while. But sometimes not any ol' story will do when I'm cranky girl. Usually my blood-thirsty nature comes out. For example? Right now I'm working through the last of HelenKay Dimon's Mystery Men series for Harlequin Intrigue. I thought, why not? Stories about people who carry guns and shoot at bad guys. If I wasn't so back-logged right now, I'd probably be more than half-tempted to root around in my keeper stash and reread something. But I am back-logged, so gun-totin' hottie heroes it is.
So, in an effort to kick-start my flagging blogging mojo - I want to hear from all of you. When you're in a cranky mood, do you turn to books? And if so, what do you like to read when you're in Cranky Mode? Hey, I even want to hear examples (with book titles!) if you have them.