On my bus ride home I was feeling really bad for myself. I found myself listlessly staring out the window, mulling over how great it would feel to bitch about my life. I was so far down this pity-party path that I even had a couple witty sentences constructed in my mind. I was going to get good and Debbie Downer on you all and explore the dark, dirty details of why my life sucks. (Don’t ask who Debbie Downer is, but ask what she listens to. The answer is a lot of Mogwai.)
Thankfully, I had a change of heart.
Why?
It’s National Geographic day – that sacred day once a month where I walk up to my mailbox full of glum and walk away drunk with anticipation of what I hold between my hands: The beautiful photographs! The exotic lands! The scientific facts!
My reaction is so strong that I often don’t make it to my door before ripping the poly wrapping off and reading the index with the same fervor one might hold for, say, pornography. This, my friends, is what being a science dork all my life has left me to – a magazine subscription to counter life’s woes.
I hope you all have something equally as visceral and uplifting in your life.
Visceral. Heh. *pushes glasses up nose*
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I do have something that visceral… and its name is blogging… reading everyones blog IS my national geographic.
I think we may be having a similar Debbie Downer day…save I don’t have the uplifting joy of National Geographic…but I do have the joy of reading (and sometimes writing) blogs. Especially those of friends.
Thank you!
The first thing I did when i became the office manager at my job was get us a subscription to NG. That and Smithsonian are total eye/brain-gasms.
I love NG
I used to go in our school library in JH and read a bunch of back issues, hehe.
I also have the NG Adventure mag at home.
Well, if you feel like feeling sorry for yourself and complaining sometime, I am here to listen – so feel free to randomly e-mail me.
xoxo
i love mogwai!