Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining
I found myself at loose ends yesterday. Nothing on the calendar. The slate wiped clean. My head still swimming. Tears raining all over the place. A lot to say, and no one to say it to.
If I had any meds, I would’ve taken them, because even I couldn’t stand me. (It’s a by-product of where I’m at right now. I’m not generally crazy.)
(I don’t think.)
So, I did the most logical thing I could think to do. I donned my sequin t-shirt, packed my teary patootie in Miss Mini and went to a matinee of “Silver Linings Playbook.” I ignored the case of TMJ I’ve had since before Christmas, and I ordered popcorn. I put so much butter on it that I think I broke the machine.
It needed to be easier for me to chew, all right?
Shoot me. I swilled a Mike’s Hard Lemonade, too.
In populating this space, I try not to put a lot of my junk out there. Not the real junk.
Still, I have a question.
Do you expect, I mean really know, that you can depend on anyone in your life? I know some will respond that I can rely on God, but I sometimes need more tangibility. More immediacy. Flesh-and-blood.
We live in a No-Attention-Span Society, where people flit from thing-to-thing-to-thing. Some of them crucial. Some of them not. Yet, everyone is Busy. Occupied. Swamped. Pressed For Time. Connected everywhere in cyberspace and disconnected from reality.
Who do you call when you need to have a good cry, and you live in this Society, and you don’t know a single person who has time? Is this why so many people see therapists and take mood-altering drugs?
I hoped seeing Silver Linings Playbook would suffice. It didn’t. Not really. For the other thing.
But, since some of you will want to know what I thought of the movie, here’s my review.
I enjoyed it. It was fun to watch Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence be EXACTLY the variants of crazy I wished I could at that moment. To live vicariously (and to eat popcorn) was a treat. For those of you who don’t know, the movie is about a guy who just got out of a mental hospital for catching his wife with another man and beating that man to a pulp. He has issues of the bi-polar variety, but he believes in Silver Linings. And, because it is a product of Hollywood, he finds one.
Robert De Niro is worth the price of admission. I’m not sure the movie is worthy of all the awards for which it has been nominated. I didn’t find the story to be revolutionary, but it did remind me that every cloud has a Silver Lining.
I looked up and glimpsed a few through my tears on my way back to the car.