4.0

I don't read Jenny Lawson's blog. I have had her first book on my to-read list for years. I was leaving the library after finishing a paper (three cheers for procrastinating!) and saw Furiously Happy on the "MOST WANTED" shelf and grabbed it. I devoured this book. Not literally, obviously. That would result in surgery because it was a hardback version and is a pretty thick stack of paper.

I thought it was charming and funny and honest and just what I needed to read.

I was JUST telling a coworker the other day about my irrational (but is it really irrational?) fear of seeing a garbage bag on the side of the road and seeing that there is a body (or body parts) in it as I drive passed. And then I have stop and double check that I actually saw a body or body parts because what if my mind is playing a really cruel joke on me because I sometimes binge watch Law & Order: SVU? And then I have to call the cops and make a statement and then and then and then. My coworker looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I am a little crazy. BUT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT IF IT HAPPENED?!

So then I was thinking "Am I actually fucked up and crazy for having this (irrational) fear?" And then I finished procrastinating and started writing a paper and then I checked out this book and SURE ENOUGH, Jenny Lawson also has that (irrational) fear and wrote about it. Which made me feel less crazy. Because of she has this (irrational) fear, who else does? Maybe everyone else and just not my fucking coworker. Maybe my judgmental coworker is the crazy one for not being afraid of finding a bag of body parts on the side of the road...