I don't really have time to go through all the daily magazines and newspapers, except
reading the headlines, the only time I do more then headlines is when I'm at the hairdresser.
One particular article caught my attention, it covered more then 3 huge pages, about
the happiest man on the planet, Matthieu Ricard. A 60 year old French man, molecular
biologist, who gave away all his possessions in his 30s, and decided to dedicate his life
to Buddhism . His father was a well known philosopher, author of many books and
member of the French Academy which unites the intellectual elite of the Gal country.
His mother, dedicated most of her life as a surrealist painter, with great exit, and spent
the rest of her life as a Buddhist, herself.
So, this happy guy, is the only European who reads,speaks and translates the Tibetan
classics, acts as the right hand of The Dalai Lama, his compassion has converted
him in to the most influential figure of the Buddhist world, which conceded him the Order
of The French Nation by the French Government, his book The monk and the
philosopher sold more than 500.000 copies, only in French......
Yeah...
So, most of you, who know me, also know that I react to such stories, and my reaction
is usually : 'what the hell makes him more happy then all the rest of us', !!!!!??? The
guys at the University of Wisconsin, did not only rate his happiness, but also left all the
rest of us on the 'mistaken side'..huh?
Well, the rest of the article was his advice on growing old, death, solitude, identity,
conflicts within couples, family, physical deterioration, social relations and (of course)
happiness.
Now, sitting at the hairdresser while not paying attention at all to what he's up to, and
reading such an article, made me furious. I mean, this guy, 'left' this everyday world in
his 30s and he's talking about conflicts within couples (????), family, social relations,
and having the nerve to tell me as well as all the rest of us that we are all left in the
darkness of the 'mistaken side'....common!!!!! I bet he doesn't even know what a blog
is, not to mention that the 'other guy' having his way with my hair has by this time gone
too far with his damn scissors!
Maybe, a glance or two, over my glasses towards the mirror made this reaction more
evident, or was I suppose to go 'BALD, HAPPY and BRUNETTE for the rest of my
life'??????
The last drop were the words of my 'dear hairdresser' who 'HAPPILY' announced that
I was, NOW, NEW, MODERN, and MUCH YOUNGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, now, now, why do people think they can get away with 'what they think is right for
me'(?????????)....and stay calm or even worse, be happy with what they just
achieved with MY HAIR???!!!!!!! I wasn't sure at the moment, wether I should react to: NOW, or
maybe, NEW, MODERN or MUCH YOUNGER, first!
You know what, THIS IS WHAT WILL MAKE ME PERFECTLY HAPPY :
- next week, Tuesday, to be precise, I'll go back to my dear hairdresser and trash his
happy a**, make him do what I WANT with MY hair ( for what ever it takes) ....and tell
the bloody son of a bitch that I do not want to read any magazines or newspaper while
his having his way with MY HAIR.
Now, THAT is precisely what keeps me happy, for the time being.....
...and guess what, happiness was all about 'I'm so blogging this shit' (tx KJ).
