Life can be tough sometimes no doubt about it, things don't go our way and before you know it everything in your life sucks apart from the girlfriend who has just run off with the spotty faced kid from next door who won the Lotto after buying the ticket in front of you. We all know that feeling when you fall into a bath of supermodels and you are the only gay in the village.
What we should actually be doing is laughing at life and what it teaches us during the average day, the problem is we are all too busy with our routine to look at it differently when that routine is broken because of some extraordinary reason. I am going through a crazy time at the moment, my life is upside down, back to front and inverted, the only difference to me and a front loader is I am slightly noisier. No matter what I touch, do or say it's the wrong thing, very similar to a best man's speech that reminds the bride of the time they screwed each other in her parents bed I am on a surefire collision course with controversy.
So, what to do? shout? wail? curse my rotten luck and say five hail Mary's at my next confession? tie a lucky rabbits foot to my lucky four leaf clover and play chicken with the 7.20 to Paddington??. I think not. I sat down in a quiet corner and looked at the bigger picture, yes it's a cliche but hell if they weren't relevant they wouldn't be cliches, would they?
The amazing thing is it's very likely your bad day isn't really that bad a day after all it's just a bad hour or so because most people who are at stress level 15 and rising are soon below level 2 an hour or so later, it's like our bodies have a built in thermostat that gets to red hot and eventually blows, simmers for the next hour or so and then, like a Nun who just had her ass pinched by the vicar during choir practice all hell breaks loose again. It's how we humans are, it's natural but much more prevalent in some than others depending on our temperament, that said, there I was today walking around head down looking at my feet with my bottom lip dragging the ground so low it had more gravel rash than the Tour de France Club house at tea time when it suddenly dawned on me that some smart Alec would soon walk up to me and say "There is always someone worse off"! If they had I would be writing this from a holding cell and leaving the soap on the shower floor. I was not in the mood for Mr Cliche to try and lighten my load in fact I was not in the mood for anything other than a hot cup of coffee and a sit down.
This is where my theory picks up, just why do we need that coffee and sit down? probably because its what our parents did and their parents before them and they only had CAMP coffee to drink so had good reason to be shit faced with how the day was going, but my point is its how we are programmed, we behave instinctively to stress because it's how we are taught to act. Today I broke that cycle and sat and thought about the positive things in my life rather than the negative shit and I did a damned good job on myself in fact I am thinking of taking up a missionary post in a city near you as half an hour later I was more pumped than a trouser leg at a Yorkshire Terrier convention so there we have it the answer to all our troubles, don't drink coffee while sitting down feeling miserable, drink coffee while sitting down next to a missionary.
No need to thank me. :-))
What we should actually be doing is laughing at life and what it teaches us during the average day, the problem is we are all too busy with our routine to look at it differently when that routine is broken because of some extraordinary reason. I am going through a crazy time at the moment, my life is upside down, back to front and inverted, the only difference to me and a front loader is I am slightly noisier. No matter what I touch, do or say it's the wrong thing, very similar to a best man's speech that reminds the bride of the time they screwed each other in her parents bed I am on a surefire collision course with controversy.
So, what to do? shout? wail? curse my rotten luck and say five hail Mary's at my next confession? tie a lucky rabbits foot to my lucky four leaf clover and play chicken with the 7.20 to Paddington??. I think not. I sat down in a quiet corner and looked at the bigger picture, yes it's a cliche but hell if they weren't relevant they wouldn't be cliches, would they?
The amazing thing is it's very likely your bad day isn't really that bad a day after all it's just a bad hour or so because most people who are at stress level 15 and rising are soon below level 2 an hour or so later, it's like our bodies have a built in thermostat that gets to red hot and eventually blows, simmers for the next hour or so and then, like a Nun who just had her ass pinched by the vicar during choir practice all hell breaks loose again. It's how we humans are, it's natural but much more prevalent in some than others depending on our temperament, that said, there I was today walking around head down looking at my feet with my bottom lip dragging the ground so low it had more gravel rash than the Tour de France Club house at tea time when it suddenly dawned on me that some smart Alec would soon walk up to me and say "There is always someone worse off"! If they had I would be writing this from a holding cell and leaving the soap on the shower floor. I was not in the mood for Mr Cliche to try and lighten my load in fact I was not in the mood for anything other than a hot cup of coffee and a sit down.
This is where my theory picks up, just why do we need that coffee and sit down? probably because its what our parents did and their parents before them and they only had CAMP coffee to drink so had good reason to be shit faced with how the day was going, but my point is its how we are programmed, we behave instinctively to stress because it's how we are taught to act. Today I broke that cycle and sat and thought about the positive things in my life rather than the negative shit and I did a damned good job on myself in fact I am thinking of taking up a missionary post in a city near you as half an hour later I was more pumped than a trouser leg at a Yorkshire Terrier convention so there we have it the answer to all our troubles, don't drink coffee while sitting down feeling miserable, drink coffee while sitting down next to a missionary.
No need to thank me. :-))
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