Friends! When you Feel Frustrated, do you Find yourselF dropping a Fair number of F-bombs? IF so, don’t Fret. Folks who swear are F-ing smart! You can Find that by searching For “cursing studies” on the F-ing web, including this Fine example with the First sentence: “People who curse are smart as f–k!” That same f-ing article reports Findings that “kind people are more likely to belt out tunes in the shower.”
F–k! I’m Finding out, First thing this morning, that I’m kind AND smart.
Yesterday, a kind Friend gave me an F-bomb.
My Friend JenniFer gave me that F-bomb at a Fund raiser For the Northeastern Society for Group Psychotherapy Foundation, which promised and delivered on Fun, Food, and Friendship.
Before the Fantastic Fund raiser, I took all these F-ing Fotos:
In those Fotos (which took their F-ing time to load!), I Find Flocks, Flowers, Fighting, Friends, Flora, Fauna, Foliage, Flags, and a lot of F-ing Fabulousness.
I don’t want to be F-ing late for my First day back at work after a Fun-Filled vacation, so here’s the First thing that comes up for F-bombs on F-ing YouTube:
Feel Free to drop some F-bombs below.
F-ing thanks to all who f-ing helped me create today’s f-ing post, including YOU!
Memorable lines are usually memorable for a reason. Those two lines were memorable to me because (1) they were funny and (2) I’m very aware of pirates, angels, babies, and shields in this life. Here’s some recent proof of the latter:
Another movie, which has lots of memorable lines, will be playing at a theater near me on June 3 and 6.
Here are memorable lines I easily remember from The Producers.
You used to be able to sit out on the stoop like a person. Birds! Dirty, stinking birds.
I’m not a madam, I’m a concierge!
“Actors aren’t animals. They’re human beings!” “Really? Have you ever eaten with one?”
Germany’s moving at a faster pace. Look out, here comes the master race!
Do you know who I used to be?
Look at me now! I’m wearing a cardboard belt!
“I feel so strange.” “Maybe you’re happy.” “That’s it. I’m happy.”
I’m in pain. And I’m wet. And I’m still hysterical!
You’re going to jump on me! You’re going to jump on me like Nero jumped on Poppaea!
You shut up! I am the author, you are the audience. I outrank you!
Where did I go right?
The Führer has never said “baby.”. I did not write “baby.” What is this “baby”?
Don’t forget the checkie. Can’t produce plays without the checkie!
No way out. No way out. No way out.
Next time I produce a play, no author.
You know what they say! “Smile and the world smiles with you.”
This man should be in a straitjacket.
Come in, Mr. Tact!
You mean “Ooops” don’t you? Just say ‘Ooops!’ and get out!
What scheme? I meant no scheme.
Money is honey. Money is honey.
Don’t be stupid, be a smarty, come and join the Nazi party!
We’ve struck gold. Not fools’ gold. Real gold. The mother lode!
You have exactly 10 seconds to change that look of disgusting pity to one of enormous respect.
Do the books, do the books.
Not many people know it, but the Fuhrer was a terrific dancer.
“Let’s assume just for the moment that you are a dishonest man.” “Assume away.”
This play’s gonna close … by page four.
Shut up! I’m having a rhetorical conversation.
You’re an accountant! You’re in a noble profession. The word “count” is part of your title.
I never knew that the Third Reich meant Germany. I mean it’s just drenched with historical goodies like that.
“Do you think he’ll take the job?” “Only if we ask him.”
Congratulations! “Hitler” will run forever.
Have you seen the lines at the box office?
“There, there.” “Where, where?”
I want … I want everything I’ve ever seen in the movies!
What are your memorable lines?
Are there memorable lines in my other photos from yesterday?
Here and here are memorable lines you’ll find on YouTube if you search for “Memorable Lines.”
I look forward to reading memorable lines in the comment section, below.
Since some lines bear repeating …
… “thank you” to all who helped me share the memorable lines in today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
Yesterday, in a welcoming room in Newton Massachusetts, I was finding this, among other stuff:
I love finding things, knowing that there’s always room for you, me and the stuff here.
Whatever stuff there is, it’s smart not to stuff it. There’s room for you and me to express our stuff, no matter how smelly and improper that stuff might be. Don’t forget: we can always choose to let our stuff go.
I’m now finding room for all the other stuff in yesterday’s photos.
I’m finding welcome room for my stuff here, even when I don’t know what it is (like the stuff in that last photo).
Yesterday, a human I love had the courage to confront me about how I had erred in the past. Because it’s human to have strong reactions when somebody you respect and care about lets you know they’ve been angry with you for a long time, I experienced a lot of feelings during this important discussion. After going through the human feelings of anger, fear, guilt, and sadness, we both gladly concluded with hugs, expressions of love, divine forgiveness, and a recommitment to how important we are to each other.
This blogging human wasn’t sure how she was going to write about that experience today. I hope I’m not erring by sharing yesterday’s photos, here and now.
To err is human and Nirvana may be out of reach, but we can all strive for peace.
Here are two humans singing about an important relationship, for good.
I look forward to the human comments on this post.
As always, I unerringly end with thanks to all, including YOU.
I find it remarkable that in this nineteen-hundred-and-sixty-three-day blogging journey, I’ve used the word “Journey” in only one other title — Day 1463: Sea Journey. It’s also remarkable to me that I’m writing “A Remarkable Journey” on day 1963, because 1963 has been the most remarkable year in my personal, remarkable journey.
On my remarkable journey yesterday, I saw the inspiration for today’s title.
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I did call 617-895-4085, pressed 103#, and learned about the remarkable journey of the remarkable bonsai trees at Boston’s Arnold Arboretum.
Learning about the Larz Anderson Bonsai Collection was only one part of my remarkable journey yesterday, when I walked 27,358 steps/12.95 miles, starting with a single step.
I got those remarkable macaroni-and-cheese socks in NYC last weekend. Notice that my remarkable journey of healing my torn rotator cuff continues at ATI physical therapy.
It’s truly remarkable to me that I took all my photos on my remarkable journey yesterday thinking that the name of today’s post would be “Fancy Colors.”
Next month, I will be taking a remarkable journey to Chicago with my son.
Any remark you make below will make this remarkable journey even more remarkable.
While every remarkable journey starts with a single step, every remarkable blogging journey here ends with gratitude. Thanks to all who help me with all my remarkable journeys, including YOU.
It’s not the end of the world. We know this, because you are reading this blog.
“It’s not the end of the world” is something my parents used to say to me in the 1960s, especially during times when I thought the world was ending.
“It’s not the end of the world” is a phrase I repeat to myself and others, to reduce the cognitive distortion of catastrophizing.
It’s not the end of the world, even when you visit a place called World’s End, which could have been the site of the United Nations or of a nuclear power plant, instead of the park and conservation area it became in 1967.
It’s not the end of the world when your Global Positioning System initially takes you to a neighborhood in a nearby town instead of the real World’s End, especially because there was beauty there, too.
I don’t feel bad that I’m going to recount something that happened three days ago, for which I have no accompanying photos.
When I took the train to New York on Saturday morning, I felt bad that I couldn’t lift my bag into the overhead compartment. I immediately told myself “Don’t feel bad” and I asked the gentleman sitting next to me if he could help. He was happy to help and I didn’t feel bad about that, although I felt the need to explain that I couldn’t lift my own bag because I had torn my rotator cuff. I feel bad that I still feel the need to offer excuses for myself.
At the next stop, a woman boarded and sat in the seat across the aisle from me. I noticed she didn’t put her bag up in the overhead compartment. She looked like she felt bad about holding on to that bag, but I feel bad whenever I assume or mind read what’s going on with somebody else, so I waited to see what would happen. When the conductor came by, she asked him to put her bag away for her.
I didn’t feel bad initiating this conversation with her:
Me: I can relate. I needed help with that too.
She: I feel bad that I had to ask him.
Me: No! That’s nothing to feel bad about.
She: It’s embarrassing.
Me: Please try to let go of that. I know what I’m talking about. I’m a psychotherapist.
She: I’ll try.
Me: Look, while you’re feeling bad about that, people are doing terrible things that they’re not feeling bad about.
She: That’s true.
Me: Please don’t feel bad.
And because I didn’t want her to feel bad that a stranger was talking to her, I smiled and went back to reading my book.
I don’t feel bad
about that encounter,
that I can’t find my iPhone right now,
that I can’t share any new photos with you because of #2, above, and
about sharing old photos in this post.
Don’t feel bad if you ever have the erroneous thought that nobody loves you. You’re not alone in that thought and thinking it does not make it true.
I don’t feel bad that I feel fine about being on vacation all this week.
Don’t feel bad if you can’t think of anything to say about today’s post. I don’t feel bad asking you to leave a comment anyway.
I don’t feel bad that I can’t share all the gratitude photos I took yesterday, because tomorrow is another day.
Yesterday, when I was thinking and doing random crap in NYC with my excellent friend Jeanette, I said to her, “‘Random Crap’ is the title of tomorrow’s blog.”
That was not totally random crap on my part, because Jeanette and I had both noticed this Random Crap bag in the window of a random NYC store.
Here are some random thoughts about “Random Crap”:
Through our lives, we accumulate a lot of random crap.
Many of our thoughts are random crap.
We worry about a lot of random crap.
This blog could conceivably be renamed “The Year(s) of Random Crap.”
Some of the random crap in this blog is not as random as it might initially seem. For example, I deliberately took my first two photos yesterday for non-random reasons.
Those are two worry dolls I found as I was cleaning out some random crap from my bag before I left for NYC. I photographed them because (1) I want to stop worrying and (2) they look like me and Jeanette.
I took this photo in the parking lot of the Amtrak station near Boston because today is Mother’s Day and my late mother was THE cleaning authority. There were a lot of random jokes about my mother’s neatness including this one of my late father’s: “I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when I came back your mother had made the bed.”
I think my blog can seem like random crap especially when I randomly avoid photographing the famous landmarks that most people do. Can you find the one thing many people photograph when they’re in New York among all the random crap below?
If you know your shit and spotted the famous NYC landmark in all the random crap above, please consider leaving a random comment, below.
This may seem like more random crap, but one of the random stores Jeanette and I walked into yesterday was displaying these earrings
AND the exact same socks I had decided to wear that morning.
When I randomly told Jeanette that I love those socks and that I also own socks that say “THIS MEETING IS BULLSHIT,” Jeanette revealed what socks she was wearing.
So maybe all this crap we encounter in life is not so random after all.
There’s no randomness about my commitment to end each blog post with thanks to all who help me create the random crap I share every day and — of course! — to all who read it, like YOU.
My favorite season is spring. That’s why I’m taking this next week off from work, so I can enjoy the flowering trees, the glorious colors, and the warmth of my favorite season. This morning, I’m leaving on a fast train for New York City to enjoy two days of my favorite season with one of my favorite people, Jeanette.
What’s your favorite picture of these, which I took during my favorite season?
Here are Alex Horne and the Horne Section asking and answering “What’s Your Favourite Season?”
My favorite way to end a blog post — no matter what the season — is with thanks. Thanks to all who helped me create today’s seasonal post and — of course! — to YOU.
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