. Duh Duh Duh. But still it really sucks when shit is not fair. Now I am not going to post some giant complaint about why me this and why me that, I want to discuss, with reason, how some people have one thing while others have another. Why the grass that I think is greener is actually poisoning it's owner (that was amazingly poetic
, go McPie!). We all have buttons and we all PUSH buttons and I'm not sure that life would be very exciting or entertaining if we didn't...I mean, it might not be frustrating and maddening either, but it definitely wouldn't be joyous and exhilarating (adjectives
are like crack
when I'm writing, I just can't get enough of 'em).The thing is I can get through some serious crap..and I have, but I can put myself right back in the middle of it when for one second I think about how the experiences that were crap to me were just a bump in the road to someone else. But there are examples where I was on the other side of it...like my first theatrical part (school play) as Wilbur in Charlotte's Web
.....well it was such a big part for a third grader that we would alternate playing the role. Now, I was always excited to have the lead, I loved every moment of it, I even remember my first line "I'm not fat, they say I'm growing nicely" (if you know me, you are rolling on the floor laughing right now). Now the little boy who played Wilbur when it was his turn never once saw how awesome it was that he had the lead, he was just pissed that he had to share it and that he couldn't be Wilbur all the time.....I bet you he isn't even over it today and that in his memories I have devil ears
(hahaha that would be awesome)...he probably never took to the stage again (until fourth grade when we forced to do the colonial plays). My point is simply that I don't expect life to be fair, I don't expect people to have the same level of experience and emotion but I do, with every ounce of me, wish there was a balance. Maybe if I was more understanding (and less proud) of the way my fellow Wilbur had felt, he wouldn't have acted like he hardly remembered me when we ran into each other in Boston 10 years later when I was feeling lost and looking for something to connect to. Maybe balancing these feelings of life's unfairness comes with recognizing how NOT unique most life experiences are, how so many other people have been through exactly what we have and they are all getting along just fine. Your bump, my mountain....our hill.I have also come to realize in my 31 years and eight months on this earth that the people who generally claim to be the luckiest are actually the most miserable bastards out there; the ones who seem to live in a sink or swim pattern (such as myself) generally have so much to feel lucky about they just can't always see through the muggy waters, and the ones who claim to have no luck at all, need to change their luck themselves....starting with their thoughts.
p.s. I highly suggest clicking on the link under the word "crack"...it's pretty genius if I do say so myself.
p.p.s. Congratulations to American Pie and Water Boy, it was a beautiful wedding!! xoxoxoxoxo
p.p.p.s Oh Moscato, you sake me so good!
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