I’m in awe of Stacy Keibler. Rather than curl up in the time-honored, traditional post-breakup fetal position, George Clooney’s ex-girlfriend has been making the rounds of entertainment news shows, charming reporters with quotes like, “I’m someone that’s always lived the present moment. I always look at the positive on everything.”
Whaaaaat? Long legs, two years with George Clooney AND a brain that focuses on the positive? A genetic trifecta! So not fair.
Others can envy her long limbs and romantic conquests, I covet her positive brain. Where do I get one?
For nearly half my life I’ve worked to transform my negativity-seeking brain into a affirmation-infused positive one. Although I was dropped on my head a number of times as a child, I’m not convinced that accounts for the way my brain processes life, especially incoming information.
Perhaps something more sinister is at work. Undiagnosed brain tumor? Incompetent therapist? Not enough sex? You decide:
A recent conversation with my husband:
Me: Honey, I’m not sure I like these white jeans on me. What do you think?
Him: They look good, but, you know, they’re white jeans. I don’t think anyone looks great in white jeans. I like blue jeans better.
What a normal brain hears: Don’t love them. Blue jeans are more my thing.
What my brain hears: Whoa, when did you gain all that weight? Don’t you dare wear those jeans out of this house!
A recent email exchange with a magazine editor:
Her: Thanks for submitting. Please review the attached editorial calendar and let me know where to place your essay for consideration.
What a normal brain hears: Your essay caught my eye, but I’m not sure where it fits in. Here’s our editorial calendar. Keep trying.
What My Brain Hears: Listen, loser, get your head out of your a** and read our editorial calendar. Don’t bother me again til you do.
A recent interaction with my 21-year-old niece:
Her: I love your blog, Auntie. I read everything you write. I’ve also been enjoying reading your friend’s blog. I read more parenting blogs than any other non-mom on the planet!
What a normal brain hears: I love you Auntie, and I like keeping in touch with you through your blog!
What my brain hears: Your writing is ok, Auntie, but your friend’s writing – wow! She’s amazingly talented!
If only negative thinking were a marketable skill. (Then I could afford the lobotomy that’s medically indicated.)
At times, I can laugh at how determined my brain is to find something negative in everyday interactions, no matter how neutral or innocuous. Other times, I need to be talked off the ledge by my über supportive friends (and one professional therapist who, thanks to my brain’s shenanigans, can afford long vacations in La Jolla. Maybe with Stacy Keibler).
Until brain transplants are perfected, I appear to be stuck with the one I have. But I’m ready for a change. Maybe Stacy Keibler can be my new therapist?