SERIOUS F-BOMB ALERT!
On Sunday my friend Kim and I were sharing a Nutella sundae in a beautiful park in Beverly Hills and at one point she looked over at the obvious joy on my face (which went well with my vanilla gelato mustache) and asked me “If you could be any place in the world right now, where, and with whom would that be?“
“Right here, right now” was my answer and I was serious.
My go to happiness answer is always Italy — anywhere in Italy. A basement in the Vatican, some dark alley, it doesn’t matter — Italy always wins. But that day it kinda felt like Italy, what with the good company, the great weather, and the perfect Nutella gelato and all.
“Your joy ceiling is set pretty high” she said with a smile full of conviction.
I nodded emphatically, not sure what the fuck she was talking about as I scarfed all the pools of Nutella while she explained.
She proceeded to tell me about this video which explained the joy ceiling, and the fact that Jesus wept his was so low. (Don’t get your panties in a bunch, it’s a joke…or is it?)
Then she sent it to me. Thanks Kim!
Take a look — its short, its hilarious, and that broad of all broads Ellen Barkin says fuck a lot. What could be better?
Now lemme know what you think about the concept of a personal joy ceiling. I think its genius…and accurate.
Okay you guys, where’s your personal joy ceiling? (BTW mine is not always set high, it is VERY conditional, there has to be hazelnut and chocolate and gelato involved).
Enjoy and carry on,
xox
