Jessi Klein's NotBlog

You know how sometimes late at night, you’re half watching TV, and you’re in your pj’s, maybe you’re doing dishes, maybe you’re just moving things from here to there, seeing how a picture would look on this wall and not that wall, rearranging the sock drawer, and just generally doing the not ready for bed shuffle? These are the moments when something on the tube catches your eye and kind of sinks in deeper than it would have if it wasn’t 2am.  Because you’re a little transparent, a little soft.  Like the pot of overcooked pasta I masterminded yesterday.

The other night I was in this state.  And I’m kind of listening to CNN as I potter about in my insomnia.  And then Larry King comes in, I guess the third replay of the night, and his guest is Jim Carrey.  About whom I know basically nothing except that he’s Jim Carrey.

And what I learn about Jim Carrey, as I gradually migrate closer and closer to actually really watching TV, is that he seems like a very nice thoughtful guy.   I know about him living in a car at some point and that his family was poor and stuff like that, but I don’t know anything about him now.  Anywoop, the rub is:  King asks him about dealing with depression and sadness and hardship.  Which it seems Carrey has had his fair share of.  And then, around 2:33am, I hear Jim Carrey say this:

“I just got to the point where I realized the only way to look at life is to believe that everything that ever happens to you, is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” [or words to that effect.]

I can’t explain exactly why this immediately got emblazoned on every mental license plate, pillow, bumper sticker and mug that I have in my head, but it did.  Maybe it was the way he said it, maybe it was the time, maybe it was the fact that all my fidgeting and insomnia was clearly the outward manifestation of an inward fidgeting, a slightly askew metabolism…it doesn’t matter.  All I know is I started pouring all the little bumps and bruises through the filter of those words and felt like I saw everything differently.

I know.  Jim Carrey?  Why?  Dunno.   But I now consider him a friend.

It’s a nice little banner to put in your head for 2009. Hurrah for New Year everyone!  Trumpets and yay!  May your new year be peaceful and beautiful and delicious, like the perfect bowl of spaghetti.

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