I read many blogs. I enjoy most of them, some of them I slog through because I feel like they're important for me to read, but there is one that has been on my mind a lot because I fear ever producing like this myself.
You see, this blog-writer touches on a variety of subjects, but everything she has to say about every one of them is a complaint. I feel obliged to read this blog, I shan't tell you why, but as the months go by, I find that time spent reading her a chore.
Now, don't get me wrong. This blog-writer has a wonderful voice. She is very witty, she uses metaphors and similes like a pro, she incorporates appropriate pictures that are usually visually stimulating. But I hate going there anyway. Why? Because she always brings me down.
If you were writing her into a novel she would be the well-meaning sister or best friend who looks at you wide-eyed with a smile on her face as she asks you if you really want to wear that skirt? Aren't you trying to make a good impression? Subtle enough to seem 'friendly' while still cutting you off at the knees.
It's like listening to a stereotypical Jewish mother all day long. If there is anything good or joyful to be found in the world, this blog-writer will spin it in a way that somehow chaps her hide. We all have our petty complaints, we all have reason enough for them, and some of us have some major reasons to be miserable and could drown the world in our (valid) sorrows. But most of us choose to count our blessings.
There is an importance in looking at the world with clear eyes, ripping the veil of Happy Happy Joy Joy off the patina of life, and facing the world in a realistic way. It's part of growing up. It's also an important part of life to recognize that the joys of childhood were primarily provided by our ignorance.
But maturity? That comes in letting go of the bad things you can't change and making peace with the few happinesses any of us are given ... then savouring them.
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I've had many people tell me I'm negative, so I hope this isn't me. If it is, I apologize, if it's not, whew, thank goodness.
HA! That's funny. No, it isn't you, and if it was you, you shouldn't apologize for irritating some random stranger on the net.
You should wrap your righteous anger around you and tell anyone who will listen that I just don't understand. ;-)
But on a more serious note, if you do have folks telling you you're negative, they're probably not lying. And you might be putting off some fabulous folks who are trying to enjoy life and its blessings.
(And honestly, it's not you.)
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