In a world filled with a constant berating of bad news, the words “Good News” carry so much weight with them these days. In my own life, I have gotten to a point where I am not so sure that I would recognize good news if it smacked me in the face. Ok, that’s not true, I totally would, but with that recognition would come the impending aspect of doom that must be lurking around the corner like some deranged stalker waiting to pounce…
Yeah.. I might have a few issues…
But anyway.. that bad news just always seems to be there. It was like the time I watched “Pursuit of Happyness”, a horrible movie that is so depressing that half-way through the movie I had to watch it to the end just to make sure something happy actually happened in the story. It did, but it didn’t feel like it actually fixed the garbage he went through. Then, the next night, I starting watching “The World’s Fastest Indian”, a wonderful movie about overcoming adversity, but because I was so primed by the previous nights picture, every time the main character hit an obstacle, I was waiting for horrible things to happen.
Somehow, I think my life got stuck in that mode. Granted, it’s more likely that those particular movies just happen to highlight a situation that I had already fallen into… which makes me sadder… more sad… more sadder?? (pick one.. I’m sure one of those has to be right).
It makes it hard to celebrate the good when you are just waiting for the bad. Like a little kid who has a new toy that doesn’t enjoy it because he knows that his older brother is just going to take it from him anyway… yeah, I know, I need help, but that is just how I view things, and I am pretty sure my older brother never did that too me… although… he might have and I am just blocking it. But, probably not.
If I had good news, I’m not so sure I would share it, I’m not so sure I would really see it as good news. I would probably just see it and wonder, “When is the other shoe going to drop?” No, I don’t like this about me. Yes, I am trying to change it. No, I’m not sure I am being very successful at it. Yes, I am flip-flopping my comments. No, I don’t have anything else to add. Yes, this will be the last sentence of this train of thought.
I will admit, I’m not happy. I’m content. Just not happy. I am working on trying to figure that happiness thing out, but so far, content is the best that I have gotten. I know there was a point to this…
Oh well. Anyway.. so as to not end on a dark note.. here is some good news for you.
I’m done with this post.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”