I make mistakes and I'm so clueless at times! Its ok to be smart, but it hurts to pretend that you're smart at all times - pointless! I encounter wisdom in the most bizarre circumstances, from the most unexpected people. In my book, no one is dumb, everyone is an expert in atleast one area and knows something that you don't.
Saturday Night:
The sequence of events that left me blue: I cut myself trying to clean my bathroom sink; didn't have time to buy alcohol!; hardly had time to get snacks; broke my cousin's display cup, which first rebounded off a bottle of wine, spilt wine all over the floor; I couldn't use the music mix I prepared for the party cos my ibook crashed, with a CD stuck inside; I still had a runny nose and my flu was doing its last round of wrecking my mood; I just had one tub of paint and that wasn't enough - 'twasn't the greatest start to a chill nite!
You know you're not doing too well when ppl ask if you're mad about something at your own party! I decided to just let go and enjoy the company of my pals - the rest of the night was a breeze. Its great to have ppl around who can laugh with you at the stupid things you do!
Monday morning:
My ibook crashed (again!) last Saturday, an hour before my party. I had to resort to the ipod for music! Its covered by warranty and I could have taken it to an Apple store and they would return it in 24 hours. No - not good enough, Google to the rescue. Got to work this morning and searched all troubleshooting options, tried the sensible ones and fixed the problem. Then I sat down with a feeling of satisfaction, which lasted all of 5 seconds.
In stark contrast - I woke up this morning feeling generally depressed (probably cos I watched Roman Holiday last night and the last scene, where Gregory Peck walks away alone... that don't feel too good). Then again, as some wise sage (!) once said, "Princesses and News Reporters can't live happily ever after" ;)
I tried to think happy thoughts, but couldn't shirk that feeling of emptiness, it just went away when I stopped trying to fix it. We men, in our lets roll up our sleeves, we can fix it ourselves mentality, generally end up screwing up even more. That's the way we're built - it hurts our pride to watch a woman change a flat, drill nails into a wall, fix the plumbing and a whole lot of other things that supposedly fall into the male domain. If there's a problem, we instinctively want to fix it! The one thing we're not naturally equipped to deal with - emotions!
There is no instruction manual for life that comes free at birth, its not rocket science - not something we can figure out! That's where guys like me struggle, there's no option for troubleshooting emotions on page 63. You just enjoy the ride with all its highs and lows.
