There was a story I used to like to read to my girls when they were small.
It was called, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”.
The story chronicled a day in the life of a little boy named Alexander.
As you may have already figured out, he was experiencing a really rotten day.
He would say to his mother, “This is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I’ll move to Australia.”
I tell you this for one very simple reason; I can really relate to Alexander today.
Though I can’t figure out exactly when the day entered the ‘suck zone’.
I’ll just say that it did and there was nothing I could do about it.
As adults, we put up with so much Rhinoshit (much larger and exceedingly rank than the traditional bullshit) in our daily lives that I am amazed that more of us aren’t in strait jackets boned up on Oxycontin and drooling at the mouth.
Ah, better living through pharmaceuticals, yes?
It’s a wonder people don’t ‘snap’ more than they already do.
From an angst-filled ride to work and numerous automated phone solicitations (Viva! Las Vegas!) to a bad night’s sleep and a poorly made cup of coffee, our little brains are constantly invaded by a perpetual wave of negativity that has a cumulative effect on the brain—well, my brain anyway.
I’m cynical by nature and have always seen the glass as half empty; it’s just my internal nuts and bolts, I guess. I chalk it up to my “creativity issues“.
I hear you say, “Oh, Michael, you’ve got to be more positive.”
It’s hard, if not impossible, to feel positive when you just feel invisible.
Nothing seems to matter.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it’s Friday the 13th and my bio-rhythms have gone on vacation to Rio.
I’ll end up like I always do waiting the day out like a bad haircut and go to bed hoping that tomorrow things will look better.
And maybe they will…
At the end of Alexander’s story he finds himself at the end of his rope and says one more time to his mother, “I’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and no one seems to care. I think I’ll move to Australia.”
His mother gives him a hug and says, “Somedays are like that…even in Australia.”
Sounds like a smart lady to me.