A horrible headache, an IOU waiting to be paid, a bubblegum stuck in your shoe, a bestfriend who doesn't text you, pimple on your chin, a TV that doesn't work, folds of fat on your tummy, a stain on your favorite blouse…
"...And I say to myself, yeah... what a wonderful world..."
By the time a person reaches his teens, or by the time he realizes other people's comments could hurt like a deep knife cut—whichever comes first--the romanticized life where pure good only exists becomes such a big joke. One should actually be so lucky to realize early on in life that, in the real world: the Coyote should long be dead, Bugs Bunny is really mean, and Olive Oyl is a disgrace to feminism!
Popeye is too short to be a sailor man, too.
Don't you sometimes wake up in the morning psyching yourself that the day ahead would be one big blast only to discover that your clothes are a little tighter than usual? Don't you wake up sometimes with the best of 'diet' intentions and you gobble down your breakfast anyway even if you didn't want to eat apple pie, (because you can't help yourself!) ? Don't you find yourself trapped in of-course-it's-heavy traffic every waking day and end up listening to a boy band who earns more than the entire working force of middle class????'?!!!!
And to cap all that is a picture headline of the president throwing a punch in the air, dancing a boxer's routine -- giving a picture of a man in the pink of his health. Yeah "I"m healthy," he mouths. As the country is healthy.
Yes.
Great world this is.
I always try to be at my positive best. It's the way to go, it's the way to be. It's the only way to go and be. I have only my biggest/eldest brother to emulate, he's a mecca of positivity--with a brother like him, I should actually be able to write an encyclopedia of Chicken Soups for the Soul I should even be able to add a pork stew for the soul with a brother like him.
But, let's face it, in front of the bleakest of situations and with the worst case scenario ever smacking
It's easier to bark a "Yeah, yeah, whatever!" to a "Good morning" greeting in a particularly cranky early day. It's easier to let droop the mouth to a frown than going the opposite 180 degrees--and cracking a smile.
Though you still smile, don't you?
People, generally, present themselves with a plastered, if not earnest, smile--a public smile.
But, the world is such a contrary one. Ranting is perhaps good to buffer the evils that spill forth in our systems. So let's, all together, rant!
If a regular being ranted this much, what more the people who are planning to dive into the marriage scene? Don't they just have chaos for a brain and rant-machines for mouths?
In the spirit of the wedding season, thus, let me do the ranting for my friends who are to trek that dainty isle to marriage. I see myself in them--maybe even the next few years I would be them. Creepy.
Heaven knows I don't want it to happen to me.
But I want Her to Be Bridesmaid!
When one of my bestfriends got married two years ago, her main problem was her entourage--her mom wanted a cousin to be the bridesmaid, she wanted a bestfriend to be the bridesmaid.. everybody wanted to be the bridesmaid.
It's a tricky situation.
There are actually books that list what-to-do's in such a crisis, and there are others' advice and others' advice, too. In the end then, what or who
should prevail?
What happened in the case of my friend was, my friend's preference won. (Though not without any hitch and a couple of hurt feelings). She walked, the aisle with her bestfriend as bridesmaid because she took pains on talking (sweetly and reasonably) to her mom. It was not an easy conversation.
Well, tact is always the key. If your mom wants to choose who your bridesmaid will be, maybe you could ask her in a very (very,very) subtle way if she would rather that she be the one to get married.
Maybe she just wants to wear the white.
What do you mean you can't come?
I don't know how it really feels, and I'm pretty positive that if it were me, I'd simply be happy and not question my fortune--but I can, in a way, understand how disappointing it could be for a soon-to-be married couple to hear a friend not being able to attend one's wedding.
What can one do in the face of such news though? Grin it off, I suppose, and then count your blessings and the savings you will generate from your friend's absence, too.
I will be thin on my wedding day. PROMISE!
A friend of mine was able to convert her waist to a 27-inch size in time for her wedding, did you know?
The problem with getting married is--you have to wear white!!! Why white when it adds pounds? And why the camera lights when it would only squeeze fat juice from one's pores? Heck, why marry when you have to be slimmer for the event? Now there's a question.
Even if a person is reasonable and steeped with feminist beliefs, human rights and all that jazz, one can't deny that, on a wedding day–the bride and groom virtually perform for the crowd As all eyes will be trained on them. Thus, groom and bride should be at their fighting best, at their most beautiful, at their slimmest, etc., etc..
Especially the bride. Oh the bride...
The bride temporarily should bid adieu to some people in her life: Mrs. Fields, Famous Amos, Auntie Anne and Ronald McDonald...
Dam weddings!
But at least the brides and grooms sleep their next sleep with a head beside their pillows.... while I, I could only dream of a grand world ... where mermaids exist and presidents have brains.