I have seemingly given the impression to many that I am a negative person, void of optimism. If that were the case, how could I be a Newcastle United and Chicago Cubs fan?
Before you say, "that maybe where your negativity stems from," imagine where I would be without those clubs to cheer about? Is the positive about going cold turkey not resisting the evil that is present? And the Cubbies and Magpies are not evil. At least I do not believe you place faith in something that is evil.
Junkies are dependent on drugs, but they don't put faith in them solving their problems. If the Welps or the Toonies win a championship, we know everything must be right with the world.
I think my issue is that I am just too honest. If you ask how I am doing, I will let you know. When you have lacked what you have needed to be happy for the majority of adulthood, it is tough to be cheery. And compensating by being clever and sarcastic either wears thin or is not understood.
My dispute of the negative impression is that I keep fighting. My (the) world may suck, but I cannot sit back and let it continue to do that. In other words, I want to be happy. It's just tough to reach that status...when the job you took on says they cannot help you like they did because they made assumptions...when you get shingles 15 years sooner than most...when your car's windshield gets splintered...when your groin is strained from getting on the mechanical bull to make sure the birthday girl would take up the same challenge...then there is the cavity...
Well, that was my last week. Fortunately, I abandoned the wagon, so my drunkenness has not made my Twitter feed too morose. At least in my opinion. No one ever tells me otherwise.
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