TGIF

Hello world! Its me! Gita. Feeling great. It's Friday night and I'm alone and lovin' it. Really! I never thought I would enjoy myself so much. I find myself talking to....well....me, alot. They say ("they" being the expert people who know everything about everything, like, how hard big people will fall, and, you don't need to buy milk when you can get free cows, and just exactly how sharp the sharpest tool in shed is) , that talking to yourself is only bad when you answer yourself. That's dumb. What use is there in talking to someone (even if it is me) if they don't answer you back.

I am reading "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. This book became so trendy to read that I almost boycotted it. Silly thinking, I know, but I simply don't trend bend (unless it suits me to do so). Oprah has so much power that any book she endorses automatically becomes a NYTBS even if it's not a good book. Don't get me wrong, I like Oprah but it just feels wrong to buy things just because she says so. So, I wasn't going to buy "Eat Pray Love". But I did. And I love it. So you should buy it too. There is a part in the book when she (Elizabeth or "Liss" as Mr. Medicine man says) is in Bali and her Balinese guru teaches her how to meditate the Indonesian way. He says to sit and smile. He says to even smile in her liver. Sounds very philosophical indeed but, really. In her Liver? I took the challenge. I was at Mrs. Dupees and decided to smile for an hour. Trouble came when anyone came around. I quickly dropped the smile as it became sort of like putting on a face for a politician that you really hate hate but must remain politically correct so you smile. Kinda like that. After the person who came around would leave, I would smile again. Like the creepy politician just walked in the room again. Mr. Medicine man from Bali said that if you did this you would statically collect "happy energy" from the universe and we all know, I need happy energy. Maybe it worked because I'm here on a friday evening, alone, and I am happy. Really!