My Book of Positive Aspects

Now, last week I attended a seminar, a talk on some interesting subject, but because of all the extra time spent dancing during the weekend I had great difficulty staying awake for that lecture. It was hard, the lecturer seemed dull, the scientific facts he belted out, meant nothing to me, and I really didn’t know what to do to keep myself from blacking out... Then I remembered Positive Aspects.... and I started chanting them, even writing them down..., that he really knew his subject ( and he really really did!!), that he had a nice nose,  ( yeah I know), that I liked how well he knew how to use his tech gadgets, that he had a nice watch, that though he was French he had very good command of the English language, he even played with it (it is my experience that for some reason most French people from France have a small issue with English), he had nice eye colour, he looked a little like Fred Flintstone, and I like Fred Flintstone,  about how his lecture was putting me so easily to sleep, and how much I loved sleeping...  and little by little I started waking up!! AND he transformed in front of my eyes, he suddenly became funny, he had these great seriously obvious sort of sarcastic but at the same time sweet jokes, and charming  and great and generous, and I just really felt that I appreciated every thing about him so much. And he sort of looked like he was in the vortex, he had all this energy.... ... then I started to drift off... you know.... Rampage of Appreciation here about what a great day I was having... etc...