Nothing made me happy today.
No, wait … that didn’t come out right. Let’s try again.
Today I was happy about nothing.
Better, but still not quite right. How about this?
Nothing is good today.
OK, let’s try this instead.
Well, here is a short well-known conversation from the show which sums it up nicely.
GEORGE: Yeah. I think we really got something here.
JERRY: What do we got?
GEORGE: An idea.
JERRY: What idea?
GEORGE: An idea for the show.
JERRY: I still don’t know what the idea is.
GEORGE: It’s about nothing.
GEORGE: Everybody’s doing something, we’ll do nothing.
JERRY: So, we go into NBC, we tell them we’ve got an idea for a show about nothing.
JERRY: They say, “What’s your show about?” I say, “Nothing.”
GEORGE: There you go.
(A moment passes)
JERRY: (Nodding) I think you may have something there.
So, like I said … nothing. But I was happy. All day. Even when I talked to a counselor today. Hey, you didn’t think I became this bastion of mental health here without a little help, did you? And we talked about … nothing. Well, nothing I’m going to talk about here, at any rate. But we laughed a lot. And that is always a good sign.
But as I contemplated my blog for today, I felt more than a little like the scene from the show that I just quoted above. And the conversation went something like this ….
“So, Holly, what are you going to do the blog about today?”, they asked.
“Well, I was thinking about one about perspective.”
“Or maybe a treatise on free speech and first amendment rights.”
“Or there are those nice pictures I got today. I could do a blog about that … or something.”
The silence was deafening.
Now, I am not one prone to being totally swayed by public opinion. After all, I am doing this for the sole purpose of making myself happy. Not anyone else. Just me. Although for some reason, there appear to be a lot of folks out there who get a little happiness and amusement out of reading about my happiness. And the humor that I see in the world.
And I thought … nothing.
“I could just write about nothing, I suppose.”
And the support began.
“Yeah! You could write about nothing.”
“Yeah, nothing could be good.”
“Seinfeld was good and it was about nothing.”
“If anyone can write about nothing, it would be you.” I wasn’t quite sure about that last comment. That was a complement, wasn’t it?
And I thought about my day and all the little things that had happened today … from the store to the post office, the coffee to the dinner, the business call to the personal call.
Well that was all about something. It was about the nothings that make up our days. And nothings are something. At least for today.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.