sappy no more?
February 8, 2006 by estelaaque
Last week was pretty depressing to me. I was once again best friends with Mr. Murphy. That’s what I usually refer to when life once again turns extra shitty. How can you get past something (or someone) that causes you periodic misery? And why must it always come in droves?
I was bristling from the “injustice” of it all when as if on cue great news from my best friends landed in my inbox. Until now, I never got the hang of it. Just when I’m waddling in shit, my best friends are having the time of their lives. I’ve been having my "pay it forward" moments, but why do I seem like a magnet for misery. Is my karmic debt that huge? And on goes the endless litany that is Maria Estela, THE drama queen.
Perhaps I was really overly stressed with my drama that I conked out, literally! Friday morning, I had one of my Ctrl+Alt+Del moments. 12 minutes later I was shaking my head. Merise! That’s what I get for being so uptight and expecting everything to be perfect the way I want them to be.
…So what if I don’t get along with someone at work? It makes work a lot more difficult but surely weren’t there tougher times?
…So what if there’s squabbling at home? It was never mine to fix. Not my marriage. Not my kids.
…So what if I don’t get an anticipated email or call or text. It sure gets lonely but no use mulling over what ifs. I should take a hint from that bestseller. There’s nothing to figure out, he’s just not that into me.
…So what if I am away from my best friends? Yes, I definitely miss the old times. But it’s a 2-way street. They miss me too.
…So what if I’m the sounding board of the local geriatric club? Come to think of it, Mama and Mommy made it this far, survived their own battles. They don’t need a champion, they just need someone to talk to.
There’s a lot to add on to the list. But really I could just be sweating the small stuff. And if I don’t stop, I just might die of it. Now there I go again. I should stop thinking in melodramatic terms.
Yeah right! Whatever sappychick.
