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\"furiously_happy_large\"<\/a>Furiously Happy<\/p>\n

A Funny Book About Horrible Things<\/em><\/p>\n

by Jenny Lawson<\/p>\n

Flatiron Books, New York, 2015. 329 pages.
\nStarred Review<\/p>\n

Jenny Lawson is The Bloggess, the author of one of the funniest blogs on the Internet. I listened to her first book, Let\u2019s Pretend This Never Happened<\/em>, and laughed and laughed. I\u2019m trying to remember why on earth I didn\u2019t review it, and suspect it\u2019s probably because I was embarrassed to recommend someone who uses so much coarse language to my prim and proper friends? But I\u2019ve since recommended some of her columns<\/a>, particularly the one about Beartrum<\/a>, to enough friends to be sure that the laughter far outweighs any outrage. (And maybe my friends aren\u2019t so prim and proper after all?)<\/p>\n

This one, too, has plenty of coarse language and plenty of talk about body parts that don\u2019t usually come up in polite society. But oh my goodness, Jenny Lawson is just so funny. And this book has some open and honest talk about mental illness, which makes it all the better and gives it a great message even beyond making you laugh.<\/p>\n

This is not, I\u2019m afraid, a good book to bring to a doctor appointment to read in the waiting room. I brought it, realizing that it\u2019s a good book to dip in and out of, and knowing I wouldn\u2019t be bored. However, I hadn\u2019t stopped to think how I would sound giggling nonstop or letting out random chuckles and snorts. I tried to contain them, but didn\u2019t completely succeed. At the very least, I was smiling ridiculously, looking pretty similar to the raccoon on the cover.<\/p>\n

As Jenny says in the disclaimer:<\/p>\n

This is a funny book about living with mental illness. It sounds like a terrible combination, but personally, I\u2019m mentally ill and some of the most hysterical people I know are as well. So if you don\u2019t like the book then maybe you\u2019re just not crazy enough to enjoy it. Either way, you win.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The \u201cFuriously Happy\u201d title comes from a blog post the author wrote about being Vehemently, Furiously Happy, just to spite her depression.<\/p>\n

This didn\u2019t mean that I wasn\u2019t still depressed or anxious or mentally ill. I still spent my share of weeks in bed when I simply couldn\u2019t get up. I still hid under my office desk whenever the anxiety got too heavy to battle standing up. The difference was that I had a storeroom in the back of my mind filled with moments of tightrope walking, snorkeling in long-forgotten caves, and running barefoot through cemeteries with a red ball gown trailing behind me. And I could remind myself that as soon as I had the strength to get up out of bed I would again turn my hand to being furiously happy. Not just to save<\/em> my life, but to make<\/em> my life.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Yes, there\u2019s serious and very helpful talk about mental illness, but there are also random funny bits and hilarious stories. I can\u2019t think of a better way to review this book than to quote a few. I\u2019ll try to limit it to bits without swearing. (If swearing really bothers you, alas, you should avoid this book. Also, you might not want to listen to it in the family car.)<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not going to say I told you so\u201d is pretty much the same thing as saying \u201cI told you so.\u201d Except worse because you\u2019re saying \u201cI told you so\u201d and congratulating yourself for your restraint in not saying what you totally just said.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The phrase \u201cRest in peace\u201d seems incredibly self-serving. It basically means, \u201cStay in your grave. Don\u2019t haunt me.\u201d The opposite would be \u201cFitfully toss\u201d or \u201cGo jogging.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I don\u2019t understand why people keep pushing that \u201cDon\u2019t be some random person. BE UNIQUE\u201d message. You\u2019re already<\/em> incredibly unique. Everyone<\/em> is incredibly unique. That\u2019s why the police use fingerprints to identify people. So you\u2019re incredibly<\/em> unique . . . but in the exact same way that everyone else is.<\/em> (Which, admittedly, doesn\u2019t really sing and is never going to make it on a motivational T-shirt.) So none of us are unique in being unique because being unique is pretty much the least<\/em> unique thing you can be, because it comes naturally to everyone.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

People who think it\u2019s so hard to find a needle in a haystack are probably not quilters. Needles find you.<\/em> Just walk on the haystack for a second. You\u2019ll find the needle. They\u2019re worse than floor-Legos.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Talking about Rory, the taxidermied raccoon on the cover:<\/p>\n

Victor thinks taxidermy is a waste of money, claiming that \u201cthere are only so many things you can do with a dead raccoon.\u201d But I have proven him wrong time and time again. Victor pointed out that what he\u2019d actually<\/em> said was \u201cThere are only so many things you should<\/em> do with a dead raccoon,\u201d and honestly that does sound more like something he\u2019d say, but I still disagree.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

There\u2019s an essay about when her doctor prescribed antipsychotics. I like this paragraph. She knows how to look on the bright side and make you laugh, too.<\/p>\n

Truthfully, though, there are some advantages to being on antipsychotics. First off, you can say you\u2019re on antipsychotics. This might seem silly but when you go to the pharmacy and you\u2019re standing in line with twenty germy people sneezing all over the place you can honestly say, \u201cWould you mind if I went first? I have to pick up my antipsychotic meds and I REALLY needed them yesterday.\u201d This tactic also works for grocery lines, the DMV, and some buffets.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Here\u2019s some good logic:<\/p>\n

Technically, if I were farther away from the center of the Earth then I\u2019d be subjected to less gravity and then I would weigh less. So I\u2019m not really fat. I\u2019m just not high enough. Victor says I sound pretty high already but I suspect he\u2019s just being insulting. <\/p>\n

But the simple fact is, there\u2019s no such thing as real<\/em> weight. Only mass. Weight depends entirely upon the gravity of wherever you are, which is why if you weigh yourself on the top of Mount Everest you\u2019d be closer to outer space and you would weigh slightly less than you would at home. But you\u2019d have to lug a scale up to the top of Mount Everest to prove it, which would suck. Honestly, they should just leave a scale up there for people. Although, maybe they already have one, because who\u2019s going to drag a scale back down Mount Everest? That would be crazy. Frankly, I never understood why people climb that thing in the first place, but if there\u2019s a scale up there telling you that you\u2019re skinnier than you think then I guess I can see the draw. . . .<\/p>\n

Regardless, on the moon I weigh about as much as a large toaster, so using that logic I\u2019m not overweight. I\u2019m simply overgravitated<\/em>. Spell-check says that I can\u2019t<\/em> be \u201covergravitated\u201d because that isn\u2019t a real word and suggested that I probably meant to say that I\u2019m \u201coverly aggravating.\u201d Victor says spell-check has a point.<\/p>\n

Spell-check and Victor are both dead to me.<\/p>\n

Perhaps if people are so concerned with obesity they should just work on making the Earth have less mass so there\u2019s less gravity. . . . Victor says this is a clear case of \u201cdeflection\u201d and I agree because I assume \u201cdeflection\u201d is something scientific used to deflect mass from Earth and, thus, make us all lighter. Victor says he thinks I don\u2019t know what \u201cdeflection\u201d means. I think Victor doesn\u2019t know what \u201cbeing supportive\u201d means. (It means letting me lean on him a little when I\u2019m standing on the bathroom scale.) I think this is all pretty commonsense. Victor says it\u2019s not at all.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And the Bloggess is so good at helpful ways to think about yourself!<\/p>\n

I try not to get caught up in appearance issues though because my grandmother always used to say, \u201cIt\u2019s what\u2019s inside that counts.\u201d And that\u2019s probably true because with my luck my best feature would be hidden deep, deep<\/em> inside my body. I suspect my best feature is my skeleton, which is a shame because it might be the most elegant and hauntingly graceful skeleton ever but I\u2019ll never get complimented on it while I\u2019m still fleshy enough to appreciate it. That\u2019s why I\u2019d like people to say \u201cNice skeleton\u201d to me now. Just give me the benefit of the doubt, you know?<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve started handing out similar compliments to strangers, but not about their skeletons, because that would seem disingenuous or even sarcastic since I\u2019m already pretty sure I have the sexiest skeleton ever. It\u2019s dead sexy. See what I just did there? I credit my skeleton with that joke. Clever and<\/em> beautiful. No, instead I say things like \u201cI\u2019d wager you have an exquisite pancreas.\u201d Or \u201cI bet your tendons are fantastic<\/em>.\u201d People are usually so overwhelmed that they move away very quickly or tell me they don\u2019t have any money on them. No one is ever prepared to accept compliments from strangers about their internal organs, which just goes to show how seldom we compliment them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Along those same lines, I love the part where she explains that the person we should be comparing ourselves to is Galileo. But first I have to include where she explains the Spoon Theory:<\/p>\n

The Spoon Theory was created by a friend of mine, Christine Miserandino, to explain the limits you have when you live with chronic illness. Most healthy people have a seemingly infinite number of spoons at their disposal, each one representing the energy needed to do a task. You get up in the morning. That\u2019s a spoon. You take a shower. That\u2019s a spoon. You work, and play, and clean, and love, and hate, and that\u2019s lots of spoons . . . but if you are young and healthy you still have spoons left over as you fall asleep and wait for the new supply of spoons to be delivered in the morning.<\/p>\n

But if you are sick or in pain, your exhaustion changes you and the number of spoons you have. Autoimmune disease or chronic pain like I have with my arthritis cuts down on your spoons. Depression or anxiety takes away even more. Maybe you only have six spoons to use that day. Sometimes you have even fewer. And you look at the things you need to do and realize that you don\u2019t have enough spoons to do them all. If you clean the house you won\u2019t have any spoons left to exercise. You can visit a friend but you won\u2019t have enough spoons to drive yourself back home. . . .<\/p>\n

Really, the only people you should be comparing yourself to would be people who make you feel better by comparison. For instance, people who are in comas, because those people have no spoons at all and you don\u2019t see anyone judging them.<\/em> Personally, I always compare myself to Galileo because everyone knows he\u2019s fantastic, but he has no spoons at all because he\u2019s dead. So technically I\u2019m better than Galileo because all I\u2019ve done is take a shower and already I\u2019ve accomplished more than him today. If we were having a competition I\u2019d have beaten him in daily accomplishments every day of my life. But I\u2019m not gloating because Galileo can\u2019t control his current spoon supply any more than I can, and if Galileo couldn\u2019t figure out how to keep his dwindling spoon supply I think it\u2019s pretty unfair of me to judge myself for mine.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

You\u2019ll even get complimented if you read this book:<\/p>\n

How can we be expected to properly judge ourselves? We know all of our worst secrets. We are biased, and overly critical, and occasionally filled with shame. So you\u2019ll have to just trust me when I say that you are worthy, important, and necessary. And smart.<\/p>\n

You may ask how I know and I\u2019ll tell you how. It\u2019s because right now? YOU\u2019RE READING. That\u2019s what the sexy people do. Other, less awesome people might currently be in their front yards chasing down and punching squirrels, but not you. You\u2019re quietly curled up with a book designed to make you a better, happier, more introspective person.<\/p>\n

You win. You are amazing.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

But my favorite bit of all is when she recounts what her husband Victor said to her. He\u2019s a gem. (I won\u2019t get into how this contrasts with something specific my ex-husband said to me about the chronic headaches I used to get. Let\u2019s just say I love Victor vicariously for this sentence.)<\/p>\n

Last month, as Victor drove me home so I could rest, I told him that sometimes I felt like his life would be easier without me. He paused a moment in thought and then said, \u201cIt might be easier. But it wouldn\u2019t be better.<\/em>\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Well look at that. I was only going to quote a few good bits. There are far too many! And there are many, many more where that came from! If any of these made you smile, read the book! I can honestly say it left me happier, encouraged, and feeling much better about my own failings and my own quirky, wonderful life.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t, however, give me the slightest inclination to start collecting taxidermy. However, I am glad that The Bloggess does, and thus brings joy to people all over the world.<\/p>\n

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