So, I'm watching House Season 3. The character House is a jerk. I mean really a jerk. One day I even questioned why we watch someone who is such a jerk. Why subject ourselves to fictional jerks when real life is full of them.
I know why.
Because they make our lives seem better. No one has a friend as bad as House. No one has parents as bad as George Costanza. No one has a co-worker as bad as Dwight Shrute. No one has a family as bad as Micheal Bluth. That's why. And if those employees, sons and co-workers can make it, we can too.
It's all about Hope.
If Napolean can be that goofy and dance like that...there's hope for us. If Toula can have a family like that and marry a guy like that...there's hope for us. We might be a bit of a neat freak but Monk shows us that if he can do it...there's hope for us.
I like that. I like coming out on the good end of the stick. And I like Hope. I like feeling that I can ride the wave of life and end up on a beach somewhere.
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Greetings Stephanie,
Your blog on hope made me laugh, or rather, smother my giggles since I am currently at a coffee house. Thanks for sending the Halloween pictures my way. They were so cute!
Sarah
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