Saturday, May 12, 2007

A kind word

I took myself to a matinee of "Year of the dog" this weekend. Didn’t love it, but if a movie continues to make you think for hours after, in my book that's a good movie-going experience. The plot took several odd, long-way 'round moments before coming to its natural and not-entirely-unexpected-really-the-only-logical-conclusion, and it ventured a bit far into crazy dog lady territory than lonesome soul finding her passion.

However, a moment stands out. Molly Shannon's character announces she's become a vegan. She says (and I'm paraphrasing), "I never had a word to describe me. It feels nice". So, of course, it made me think of my word. Or words. One, two or a few to instantly express who we are and make us feel “part” of something (or, sadly, disparate).


It's the first word that popped in me head. But that’s just about work. I could say “writer” (sounds more romantic).

Then I get stuck. I bet most choose parent, husband or wife, none if which is me. Some of my words aren’t so kind.


I should think of the words by which I'd (likely) be eulogized. The words of how others see me.

Very funny

Perhaps that’s my message from the movie, albeit coming about in my own odd, long way ‘round; open my ears to the good words (which are too often to quiet) and not so much the bad that I repeat like Rainman inside my own head.

Doing so would be very Brave.


Paula said...

A bunch of peeps have said I'm funny, but that doesn't seem to be any sort of synonym for me. Secretary? Mom? A noun seems heavier and more apt than an adjective. Atheist? Maybe. Bitch? Yeah, probably that's closest. ;)

Webmiztris said...

The best I can come up with for myself is Freak Magnet. :)

Joe the Troll said...

I've been thinking about this post for a couple days. It's a difficult one to answer. Suppose I ascribe a word to myself... would it be accurate? When it comes to me, I have a history of being subjective, so I can't be sure that the word I choose is accurate, or if it's just the way I choose to see myself. If someone else gives me a word, is it any less subjective?

This post challenges one to assess one's honesty with oneself. Good post.

Jodie K said...

Joe, thank you.

Truth told, I opened up to my insecurities much more than I’m comfortable with. I didn’t care if anyone read or commented; it was freeing to put the words out there. There’s more to me that the candy shell, the persona I beam to the universe. But it’s not wholly authentic or, as you put it, always honest.

I had even chosen the words "A bit broken", but removed them a day later. Not sure why. Perhaps it's what I can feel in the moment, but don’t believe at the core.

O' Tim said...

I didn’t care if anyone read or commented; it was freeing to put the words out there.

Way to be, Jodie, and something I need to strive toward more on my own blog.

Anonymous said...

I've been listening to audiobooks while working lately, and I listened to Bridget Jones's Diary, which made me immediately think of my single female friends who are awesome beyond belief and I get so pissed when I think about how underappreciated they've been. It's gotta be tough to always keep your head. I've got a friend who's the funniest person I know, and there are just...few people I esteem more than she. But it's like, each year, her self image gets worse and she gets more depressed and assumes the worst out of everything and everyone, and it's really hard to watch. Because I don't think I could handle things any better--I can get screwed up pretty quickly. So anyway, I'm just saying I really admire you and how you stay outgoing and positive. That's not to say you can't be sad or admit to frustrations about your life and yourself. But you've got your head on straight, which is more than I can say for just about anybody. So yeah, I think "brave" is a good word.


Aries327 said...

I think you're funny too. And I think everyone gets self-destructive, even people who are not by social standards alone. But it's worse to be with someone and feel totally lonely, than alone and lonely. At least I think so.

The worst is second-guessing words you might typically use to describe yourself. I used to think I was funny . . . I can hardly say that anymore. A lot of how we describe ourselves is given to us by the people we surround ourselves with. Having moved so many times in the past two years, there's only one person I've surrounded myself with. It takes strength to not lose your identity. You know what I mean?

I think you are also courageous.

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