The truth is that I had an absolutely dreadful flight home yesterday. First of all, I misread the ticket, thinking that the flight was at 8:45 AM when in fact it was at 8:45 PM, so I got up at 5 in the morning for no real reason. This is why we should have a twenty-four hour clock. Or maybe I could try reading more closely. Whatever.
In any case, when the flight finally came, I was relieved to find that I was not seated beside any babies. However, it soon came to attention that I was seated in the vicinity of something even worse than a mere baby: namely, a vocal paranoid conspiracy theorist who spent the next three hours loudly chatting up the rather unenthusiastic girl next to him. And when I say that he was chatting her up, what I in fact mean is that he seemed to be of the impression that the way to win friends and influence people is by cornering them and blabbering-on about the Bilderburg Group.
I’m not going to dwell on what he said here, though, because that’s not actually the subject of this post. Rather, this post is about whining.
You see, as I was composing this post in my head, it occurred to me that I have been doing an awful lot of whining lately, to the point that I sound basically like Marvin the Paranoid* Android from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Now, I like Marvin quite a bit as a character. I would not, however, like to spend time around someone like that; much less would I like to be someone like that.
So here’s the new deal: I’m going to stop blatantly whining (unless, that is, I can do so in an amusing fashion) and try my hand at accentuating the positive. Like, for example, rather than getting hung up on the fact that I had to get out of bed at five in the morning, I am going to focus on the fact that the extra day in my hometown allowed me to spend quality time with family, and the fact that, because of it, I was able to plan a Sir John A.MacDonald day party for next Friday, the star attraction of which will be a really, really sucky Sir John A. MacDonald action figure**, which I would not have been able to bring home with me if not for the delay.
Likewise, today, instead of being bummed-out by recent financial shortfalls, I am instead going to be pleased by the fact that I’ve gained permission to audit at least one of the courses for which I could not register. The moral, of course, is that you win you lose some.
I’m tempted to try this as an experiment for the next month, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it will end up reading like Candide.
*Marvin isn’t paranoid, he’s clinically depressed. I’m surprised that Douglas Adams made this mistake.
**Complete with three points of articulation. Sadly, though, I was unable to find it’s accessories, including some books, spectacles, and replica Victorian furniture. Neither was I able to find the insultingly sanitized and dumbed-down biography that came with the figure.