Can you hear that? That grinding noise? It's probably the collective hatred of a million teeth up here gnashing over the latest snowstorm. 11 feet this year and counting. March is typically the snowiest month and it's still over two weeks away. When I went to bed day before yesterday, they were predicting 2-4 inches, and when I got up, the storm was raging outside and suddenly, they were announcing 10 inches. It takes them a week to clear the snow and it seems like we get another dump just a few days after they finish cleaning. I had to go out to the burbs yesterday and when I arrived home, there was no place to park. Zero. I spent about 15 minutes going in ever wider circles in the neighborhood before I found a spot eight blocks away. I am just so OVER this. I never thought I'd feel this way, but it's just too much this year. Too frigging much. (Wait, tell us how you really feel.)
In other news, I picked up a Quebecois film at the library the other day. It's called Le Bonheur c'est une chanson triste. (Happiness, it's a sad song.) It's about this girl, conflicted with where she is in life (successful, but...) who finds a video camera and decides to accost strangers and ask them what "happiness" is. I loved this film, it made me think about so many things, but finally, I concluded that "It's the wrong question." Why? Because it's undefinable, mercurial, different for each individual, and unsustainable. The cool part of the film is that the answer is in all the little moments of connecting with people, the moments we take for granted, a shared smile with a cashier, or a laugh with a coworker. She's experiencing happiness but unaware because she's too busy trying to define it, so that she can "look" for it. Happiness. It's all around you, all you've got to do is take a bite.