Just like happiness

I feel much calmer when I use the English language, when speaking, writing, reading, so I’ve decided to write this post in English because I surely need much more serenity in my life. I always feel enthusiastic for a lot of things, but in the same way I too often get depressed and after a few hours I feel happy again. I know that this may sound like the description of a borderline person with a multiple personality disorder, but I don’t care, this is me, and people usually like me just the way I am; so I don’t think I should worry for my mental illness. And I remember this funny joke I saw on the web: “my doctor asked if anyone in my family was suffering of mental illness; I said, no, we all seem to enjoy it.” So here you have my point of view.

This long introduction was needed to explain why I’m writing in English today; I just want to calm down my super enthusiastic and super pessimistic ways of seeing the world around me and of facing normal events that simply occur every now and then in my life.

I want to regain my composure and self-control, if I ever had one.

I started talking to plants a few months ago. This also relaxes me. I speak English to them as well, because I don’t want other people to understand my conversation with them, and luckily here in Italy lots of people don’t easily understand English or other foreign languages. Again, I know I might sound crazy. But Stefano Mancuso, probably the most famous plant neurobiologist ever, wouldn’t agree with you. Indeed he states that plants are intelligent, clever and they can socialise. So why not talking to them? And if it were useless and pointless, after all, who or what do I hurt with my acting so weird?

I usually tell plants about my happiness: about the librarian I met two weeks ago, who makes me feel comfortable with her smile and with her great knowledge of books (and I love so many kinds of books!); about the student who always agrees with whatever I say, who is always so kind and polite, who has unbelievably read every book we talk about, who definitely makes me feel more confident and happy to share ideas with her; and I tell plants about my dreams; about my kids; about my tiring, but wonderful job; and about that geeky guy who usually makes me laugh with his odd puns (does he really exist??).

So you see? I feel enthusiastic again, but quite calm, and without the slightest form of depression. So thank you, English language, you’ve worked again.

And thank you Stefano Mancuso for being a plant-lover and for all the books you write, especially the one I bought yesterday that is adorable!!

Au revoir, mes amis, or better say: goodbye, my friends! ;-)