You know how it is. The aura. The aura is dark, man. No wonder I’m thinking about Angela Chase.
Everyone here is just so unfailing negative about everything. Every comment, every suggestion, every idea is met with immediate nay saying. Everybody loves to spew about why everything isn’t going to work/is a bad idea/is stupid/is wrong. It’s the opposite of the “if you don’t have anything nice to say” philosophy.
And holy crap on a bun, it’s a downer.
What’s funny is that everything does work out. If I don’t let myself get talked out of anything, all my stupid, bad, never-going to work ideas turn out just fine in the end. This isn’t just with me, either. Sure, my historical personal ventures have all worked (consider going to Queen’s, living in a ghetto house, staying friends with my roommates, moving to Vancouver, etc.) but I’m not even talking about those sorts of big things. I’m talking about little things. Like, if the couch I bought for Amanda’s place is indeed going to arrive when the delivery people said it would. Like, if rolling up the yellow carpet that never lay right is a good idea. Like, if we should go to the liquor store two days before Christmas.
The universally offered answer to these and a variety of other questions is “No! Never! You’re crazy! Do that, and it will most definitely be THE END OF THE WORLD. (Or at the very least, you’ll be sorry!)”
Seriously. That’s what it’s like.
The couch will, of course, arrive. The yellow carpet was rolled without incident. The liquor store, despite a slightly longer than average wait, was perfectly manageable.
And this is how it always goes.
Oddly, an abundance of positive outcomes doesn’t influence the barrage of negativity. There’s no learning curve. You’d think, given the results we’ve seen over the years, their tune would change a little, but it doesn’t.
The only way out is up. Matt used to offer the cliché “don’t let the bastards get you down” but I like to think of more in terms of building a positivism insulation bubble. It’s the only way to stay productive.
I’m going to Waterloo tonight to attend the Swann family Christmas Eve Eve dinner, as Craig’s fake girlfriend. They are the kind of family that holds hands and says a nondenominational sort of grace whenever a lot of them are together. Maybe they’ll adopt me. They’re obviously not opposed to the concept in general.
With obvious holes in the bubble,