On Being The Worst

I just finished reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants and a couple weeks ago I read Abbi Jacobson’s I Might Regret This. I recommend both.

Interestingly, both of them claim to be The Worst, Abbi because she adopted a dog following a breakup only to return it within a week, and Tina because… something, I can’t remember, even though I have the book right in front of me. Maybe it was parenting related. I don’t know. I’m the worst.

But they can’t both be the worst, now, can they? Unless Tina was the worst at the time (2011) and then Abbi became the worst sometime leading up to the 2018 publishing of her book. If so, rest easy Tina, you’ve been unseated.

I’ve heard that happiness is expecation minus reality. If you decide yourself be “the worst” and are ok with that, things can only go up from there. There’s no expectations of self, if you’re the worst.

I’m reminded of a clip from a documentary where celebrated filmmaker Hayao Miyazaki makes food for the team during the production of Spirited Away. He calls his meal “cheap salty ramen” and sure enough, it’s based on 10 packs of instant noodles. He sets the bar low, and when it turns out good, there are smiles all around!