Tuesday, 18 May 2010

My definition of sad

There are some things in life that are just a little bit sad. 

My definition of sad: when it’s ironic, or when it’s predictable, or when it’s unfortunate, embarrassing, or just when it’s irritating. 

Recently you’ve heard a few stories that I think are sad.  Like when you end up driving in the same direction, on the same highway, at the same time as your husband – but in two separate cars.  Or when you need a GPS device to get around your own neighbourhood. 

I thought I’d share some other tidbits – snapshots into my life – that are kinda unlucky; discouraging; inopportune. 

For example:  You are building a fence.  A godforsaken, pain-in-the-ass, making-a-mess-of-your garden, and taking-too-damn-long-to-build fence.  You really need it, but that doesn’t mean you resent it any less.  You actually helped build it last weekend.  You mixed concrete, and dug out the bottom of holes, and levelled posts.  And you know what’s really sad?  It’s really sad when you’re sitting at your desk stirring your yogurt, berries, and granola, and it reminds you of mixing concrete in a wheelbarrow.  Pathetic.  …At least it tastes better. 

Another example:  You make extra food for dinner one night so you can take it to work for lunch the next day.  In the morning you take the tupperware out of the fridge, but promptly forget it on the counter when you leave the house.  It is SO sad when you go to all that trouble, and not only are you hungry at work, but your food is wasted. 

Or: You’re watching Justin Bieber on tv, and not only do you barely know who he is, but when he “sings” his “hit song”, you've never heard it before in your life.  Not once.  It’s not even sad enough that girls (and girls’ mothers) are screaming at the top of their lungs for this 16-year-old sensation; that boys are copying his hair “style”; that his backup dancers are twice his age – but that you are on the verge of having no clue who the hell this little twerp is or what he’s doing.  Except that he’s Canadian.  You should at least know that much. 

None of these things mean the end of the world, of course.  If they do, your world must be in pretty good shape to begin with.  I guess, though, it’s just kind of a shame when, in your head, yogurt = concrete; or when your effort/food is wasted; or when you’re not up-to-date on the latest teen sensation.  Ok, that last one might not be as sad as I thought.

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