You know, this is all gonna sound really trite and obvious when I write it down but sometimes that's the nature of blog posts.
Okay, so I was watching a program about Rodney Dangerfield on The Biography Channel and Harold Ramis -- I think it was Harold Ramis -- recounted an anecdote about the comic that really hit a nerve with me.
Rodney went on a vacation to Hawaii and when he returned Ramis asked him: "Rodney, how was Hawaii?"
To which Rodney replied: "How good could it be? I was there!"
So, no matter how much fame, money, drugs, and women the guy had, he was -- on some deep level -- unhappy.
It's hard for me to imagine the guy who careens and pinballs around the scenes in Back To School (1986) and Caddyshack (1980) as being that unhappy with himself.
I relate that anecdote to remind myself that while I am looking forward to returning to Hong Kong at Christmas -- and probably returning and looking forward to another trip next Spring -- I need to be happy with myself first.
It's not so much that I am unhappy now and will be happy in Hong Kong as it is that I'm probably never entirely happy with myself and will be a little more at peace in Hong Kong.
So much for this facile and silly blog post.
Maybe if I had Rodney's money and women, I would be happy? (I don't care too much about the fame, and even less about the drugs.)
Okay, so I was watching a program about Rodney Dangerfield on The Biography Channel and Harold Ramis -- I think it was Harold Ramis -- recounted an anecdote about the comic that really hit a nerve with me.
Rodney went on a vacation to Hawaii and when he returned Ramis asked him: "Rodney, how was Hawaii?"
To which Rodney replied: "How good could it be? I was there!"
So, no matter how much fame, money, drugs, and women the guy had, he was -- on some deep level -- unhappy.
It's hard for me to imagine the guy who careens and pinballs around the scenes in Back To School (1986) and Caddyshack (1980) as being that unhappy with himself.
I relate that anecdote to remind myself that while I am looking forward to returning to Hong Kong at Christmas -- and probably returning and looking forward to another trip next Spring -- I need to be happy with myself first.
It's not so much that I am unhappy now and will be happy in Hong Kong as it is that I'm probably never entirely happy with myself and will be a little more at peace in Hong Kong.
So much for this facile and silly blog post.
Maybe if I had Rodney's money and women, I would be happy? (I don't care too much about the fame, and even less about the drugs.)