Let me start with a little story: Five minutes before I need to leave for my hour-drive in to work today, I find myself half-dressed, on a conference call, desperately looking for a pair of clean pants. My search is all of the sudden interrupted by the sound of the garbage truck rumbling down my dirt road. The garbage hasn’t been picked up for a month because of the weather, so you can bet your ass in the next three seconds I’m half-dressed, on a conference call, and running down my driveway in 4-degree weather, chasing a garbage truck with three bags of trash in my arms.
I didn’t catch him.
This pretty much sums up my life for the last three days. And the pervasive feeling inside my body when things are not going my way? Shit. But I don’t actually like to be in a shit mood (who does?) so I decided that when I’ve had a frustrating day, it’s the perfect time to channel my energy into doing something awesome for a stranger. So I did this…
If you can’t read it the note says:
YOU ARE AWESOME.
I know what you’re thinking… that’s a bold declaration from someone who doesn’t actually know you. True, I don’t know you, but strictly from a scientific standpoint you– a living, breathing person– are made up of somewhere around 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms. Seriously. That’s seven billion billion billion particles of hydrogen, oxygen, and carbon (maybe a little calcium and sulfur thrown in for good measure) that somehow coalesced into the unique combination of parts and pieces that make up you. See? You can’t argue that that’s not pretty freaking awesome.
You know what else is awesome? Chocolate. So take a moment out of your ordinary day and bask in the glory of being a amazing feat of science and evolution.
Then, on my lunch break today I packed a couple of chocolates into the envelopes and left these in two random spots where I was running errands. (Because you know there was also no more toilet paper in the house, right? Of course.)
There are two different ways you can leave random bits of awesome for people, one of them is in an unusual spot (which favors people who are curious enough to pick it up).
Or you can leave something where specific person is destined to find it (on a car windshield or doorstep.) I like doing a little bit of both. I love the idea of a stranger just happening upon a little gift– and being bold enough to take it– and I also love leaving these little surprises for specific people (usually ones who have done, shall we say, a creative parking job, because I totally identify with that.)
Eyebombing is (according to eyebombing.com) “the act of setting googly eyes on inanimate things in the public space.
Ultimately the goal is to humanize the streets, and bring sunshine to people passing by.”
I love this idea because I see faces everywhere (that sounds creepier than it really is, I swear), plus it’s one of those random acts of awesome that makes you actually slow down for a minute and take a look at your surroundings.
So, I decided that I am going to eyebomb some things. The problem is that half the time I can’t find my own pants on when need them, much less googly eyes, right? But then I had an idea…
Itty bitty altoids containers, plus a variety of self-sticking googly eyes…
And a little bit of black spray paint…
Googly eyes to-go!
It’s not a public space, exactly, but they’re already making an appearance around my house.
All I’m saying is, it would suck for the clock to strike midnight without getting a kiss, right? Could start you off on the wrong foot for the entire year.
Luckily we had some supplies left over from the End of The World Survival Kits, and they were easily converted to Emergency Kisses for the new year.
Just doing our part to spread the love…
And the, uh, confetti…
We were handing out kisses all over the place. I don’t know what this says about our morals, but it says something fantastic about our degree of Awesome.
I mean, the best part about this– other than the good karma points that hopefully outweigh the number of times I swear on any given day– is finding the most random spots to leave our little gifts, and then picturing the WTF faces that must occur upon finding them (followed by a smile, of course.)
This certainly isn’t the first time I’ve done something that is both random and awesome– I once bought a house online while sitting in a bar, which is hard to top– but I will sat that the End of the World (aka Mayan Apocalypse) was the first time I did something random and awesome and then decided to make a habit out of it.
So, I mean, good thing the world didn’t actually end.
Here’s the awesome:
All I’m saying is, if there’s an apocalypse on the horizon, it’s best to be prepared. And by “prepared” I mean “have plenty of chocolate and alcohol on hand” of course.
There were different “versions” of the Survival Kits, but each contained this note:
To whomever finds this package:
We know the end is near, because the internet told us so, and in order to help our fellow humans we’ve put together survival kits with the hope that some of your will make it through the coming Mayan Apocolypse/Zombie Uprising/Alien Invasion.
This survival kit contains: (check all that apply)
- Emergency Alcohol Supply – Can be used as an anesthetic, antiseptic, or to toast the end of the world as we know it.
- Medicinal Chocolate Supply – Can be used for sustenance, bribery, or for an extra burst of energy to outrun a mob of zombies.
- Silver Bullets – Can be used to eliminate specific threats, ranging from werewolves to anyone eying up your chocolate supply.
- Emergency Caffeine Supply – So that any survivors can start their day off right. We assume that Starbucks– like cockroaches– will survive any apocalyptic disaster.
- Bandaids – You just never know.
Good luck and godspeed.
The kits were then left randomly around town (in spots we felt would attract those most likely to survive, naturally). Which included taped to a gas pump (that kit didn’t have liquor in it), on random windshields, taped to doors…
On a random motorcycle…
You get the picture.
Since the world didn’t end, hopefully these kits at least helped a few poor souls survive that wicked post-apocalyptic hangover.
And so the Random Acts of Awesome began…