We all know people who despite declarations to the contrary, can’t help but slant the world through a prism of snark and negativity. As positive as I feel I try to be. It takes very little for it to be me. Shocking I know. It’s like I’m telling you that Louisiana summers are hot. I don’t want to say I’m a negative Nancy (better Nely?) but this weekend my wife and I were shopping and I was going to look for a shirt. I literally thought to myself. “I mean I don’t even like shirts. Any of them.” How can you hate shirts. Good lord.
This led me down the path of considering if there was anything I did like. Food? Meh. Movies, nope. Clothes. Another nope. My conclusion. I am freaking exhausting to others. Don’t worry though. The good news is I’m not sure I can do a heck of a lot to change it. I just won’t buy any shirts anytime soon.
Then I started thinking out beyond my self absorbed fried food hating, can’t enjoy anything little world to see if it’s just me. Surprise! It’s a lot of us. Maybe not to the level of donut disgust as I have, but you and I both know that the world skews way negative. Why in a world that has automatic Jetson’s vacuum cleaners and apps that do every inane thing in the world are we still discontent?
The good news is. I don’t know. The bad news is the same but I didn’t want to fill you false hope.
As I sit here thinking through what brings me actual joy. It’s not the physical trappings or things. I have 100+ trucker hats. Another one won’t make me any happier. But a run will.
It is of course the experiences, touches, and interactions with each other that make me happy. Yesterday playing music with my daughter. A cold beer with my friend on the deck he (we) helped build. The watching of 1000s of strangers achieving their racing goals each year. The breakthrough race of a quiet kid on the track team.
It’s the experiences and emotions, mostly quiet, some that you’ll miss if you aren’t paying close enough attention and the reflection that you (I) have it better than 90% of the world.
They can be fleeting moments, but when realized, can make your days.
Keep your eyes open and smile on the inside knowing that I still hate shirts.