The art of the non-sad
Last week, Carmen left a comment on one of my posts that completely resonated with me:
For the last 1.75 years I have eliminated all sad music from any playlist I can control and axed sad movies. Guess what. IT IS AWESOME. I am all about melancholy, but some seasons require axing all extraneous sadness. I recommend this. You’ll love it. Get trashy movies and books, action and stupidity, and fill extra moments with hilariosity.
I could not agree more. Last spring, when I was going through the darkest season of my life to date (which, in some ways, continues today), I watched a devastating, raw documentary called “Dear Zachary” that just about did me in. I cried for days, and walked around with puffy eyes in a dark haze that just wouldn’t lift. Right then and there, I chose to take a break from sad movies, music, and books. Life is heavy enough – and while I definitely see a time and a place for sharing our tragedies and our struggles and our heartbreak (because you know I love a good wallow), there are times when we’re just not strong enough for it.
For me, right now, sad stories and words just crush me down, down, down – like a trash compactor*.
So I’ve cleared my Netflix queue of anything dark (aufedersein, Holocaust), and am skipping the sad songs on my iTunes (sayonora, um, most of my music), and have abandoned Steinbeck’s “East of Eden” (for now) in favor of more delightful, fluffy reading.
Here are my recommendations for a few non-sad things to be consumed.
I am loving “Parenthood” on DVD. I’ve caught episodes on-and-off over the last couple of years, but I’m starting at the beginning and working my way through. What great, lovable characters, and relatively true-to-life situations. For all of my bad boy crushes (Tim Riggins, anyone?), when it comes down to it, I’m just looking for a man like Adam Braverman.
“The Human Experience” is a fantastic documentary about man’s search for meaning. The filmmakers and their mission completely charmed me. Soak it up.
And I’m pretty sure that “Being Elmo” is going to be so sweet, so poignant.
I bought Tina Fey’s “Bossypants” at Target, and trust me: this book will cure whatever ails you. Except maybe kennel cough.
Also, my good friend Annie Downs is currently blogging a 31-day series on courage, and I’m loving it. Mostly it’s just because I miss Annie Downs all the way to Scotland, which is where she is currently living, and getting a virtual dose of her every day in October is doing my heart good.
This one’s tough for me, since I’m obsessed with songs that gut me – I am masochism personified.
I have had to curb my repeat-listens of Jill Andrews’ “Sinking Ship,” because oh man, it’s cutting deep. She has this line that’s like, “You told me lies with your hands and the truth with your lips,” and I’m like, “Oh my word” because she must have read my diary. And then she says this thing about, “I’m searching, now not finding a better part of me, ’cause I want it back,” and that’s it. I can no longer function.
So maybe don’t listen to that one.
But definitely listen to “Heart of the World” by Lady Antebellum.
And Sara Groves‘ latest, “Invisible Empires,” is just… so good. “Open My Hands” is a current favorite track, as well as “Obsolete.”
And you should for sure listen to songs by Marc Scibilia. I don’t really know how to get your hands on his music, but go on a hunt to find “Something Good in This World” and “How Bad We Need Each Other” and “Ain’t My Home.” This guy knows what’s up.
What about you – know of anything non-sad that we should check out?
*When I was younger, I SO wanted a trash compactor in the kitchen. Only our rich friends had them, so I associated the trash compactor with wealth, luxury, and ease. The moral of the story is: kids, please dream bigger dreams.