Tuesday, September 20, 2011
While no one called me to task on this one, I feel like I should explain a bit, so here goes:
You know those people who, when you've launched into a lovely complaint about something, interrupt and say, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, *insert dreadful even here*." I've just never understood this. Why on earth should this make me feel better?
The same goes for theoretically being able to soothe oneself by remembering the trials of others. I know the old (very old - like 3000 years old) saying about someone having no shoes meeting a man who had no feet. Maybe it's that Scottish blood thing again, but the only response to this I like is by Steve Wright: "You got any shoes you're not using?"
The point of all this is that, while I appreciate the pain someone must be in because of his two broken legs, it really doesn't lessen the pain in my broken arm one whit.
I genuinely do realize that there are those whose trials make mine look like a stroll in the park. I know there are people who have lost their homes altogether, whether through foreclosure or weather or fire or whatever, who would feel that the tribulations of selling what amounts to an extra house would be one of the circles of heaven. I know that losing a mother at 86 and a husband after 26 years of marriage would sound like an incredible blessing to someone who's lost a child, a young husband, or numerous family members. I also realize that all this can truly be said to be just Life.
I try to keep and to use my sense of humor for lots of reasons, not the least of which is that it keeps me from looking at the world through misery-colored glasses. If my ranting and whining entertains someone, that makes my load a little lighter, too. I've kept me eyes and ears open for over fifty years (though at times you'd never have guessed it), and if some segment of my endless prattle helps someone figure out a piece of their own puzzle or lighten their load a bit, that helps both of us.
I know I have many, many blessings - too many to count - and high on the list are my Spark Friends.
(And Katrina, if you're reading this, you know you're darned near the top of the list even though you're not a Spark person.)