This past weekend my neighbor Brian tried out for the new art reality show. He didn’t make it past the second round, which is tragic and mystifying, since he is clearly made for such a gig. I am now convinced that he should try out for every reality show possible, and then subtly and surreptitiously change the face of television as we know it (although that’s the subject for another post, really). What this is about is that the application for the art reality show asked him to describe himself in one word, and ever since I heard about it, I’ve been obsessing over what my one word would be (dangerous since when Brian’s wife Adriane told me all this I was standing on the roof, and I probably shouldn’t have let myself get distracted). (Lately all of my conversations with Adriane have inexplicably been with me either on the roof or yelling out the attic window, and Adriane half a block away. We’d be the most annoying people on the street if it weren’t for one of the neighborhood posse kids who has recently acquired a small plastic recorder which she tunelessly plays just as I’m trying to get my kids to go to bed. It’s incredibly annoying and I think she’s got some kind of amp hooked up to the thing. It’s impossibly loud.)
Anyway. The first words that sprang to mind were all words you’d use to describe a golden retriever: friendly, enthusiastic, loyal, cheerful. I also thought motherly and then immediately thought, “UGH.” No. Some days it’s lackadaisical and often it’s tired. I wish it were capable more often. Or at least determined. But I think the key is to pick a word that has a few layers going on. Or a word that’s not even an adjective. Or a word that’s a color. Ebullient. Ardent. Glee. Chartreuse. Pineapple.
It’s HARD. What word would you pick for yourself? What word would you pick for ME?