Could Be Worse

 

Good reading back in 1987

 

So, over the course of the past year, I’ve become far less tolerant of other people’s complaining. I also think I’ve made a concerted effort to complain less, but I’m sure there are a few people who would dispute that. And, this is nothing new, but I’ve always had a distaste for people who broadcast all of their emotions on the Interwebs. Lately, it seems as though a major case of the grumpies is making its way around Facebook and I’ve exercised a great deal of restraint in not reminding my virtual friends of the mantra of this fantastic and ridiculous children’s book still in my bookcase: “Could be worse!” It tells the outlandish tale of some kids who were abducted by a giant bird and had all these other things happen to them. As they regale their grandfather with tales of their ordeal, all he can say at every step of the way is “Could be worse!”

The truth is, it really could be worse for most of these people. Occasionally someone will post that this is “the worst day everrr” and I’ll think back to my actual worst day ever and wonder if anything in their day compares. Generally, in the year that I’ve been in the Sad Kid Club, it seems that people whose lives really do contain a true element of sadness, loss and grief don’t talk about it too much very publicly.

Whenever people take to the FB to whine about their relationship, their job or just the overall unpleasantness of the day they’ve had, I bristle a little bit on the inside. Right away part of me of will think that if they’d put themselves in my family’s position, then they’d have some real problems.   A few moments after that, I usually reflect on the fact that there are millions of people around the world that are even worse off than us.

Then there are the people who are always in a bad mood or having a bad day and always have to let you know about it. These people, I have to admit, I don’t really get. How fun can it possibly be to live in a world where it’s always cloudy and the glass is always half empty? If the glass is half empty, it’s because I drank what was in it before. Yeah, in the year since my dad was killed just about every hour of every day has been bogged down by nagging sad feelings, but for the most part, I can still get a smile on my face and find things to be thankful for. (Isn’t that what the season we’re rapidly approaching is all about?)

Now, I’m a big fan of social media and what it’s done for the world, but part of its dark side is that it’s given everyone a platform that many people abuse. For the most part, the rest of us don’t really care to read about your crummy day, your fight with your significant other or your altercation with your cat. So, in conjunction with National UnFriend Day, I’d like to make a push for National Could Be Worse Day, because, you know, everything pretty much could be worse.

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3 thoughts on “Could Be Worse

  1. I love the thoughts. As an elder member of the sad club kids, I would like to appoint you our spokesperson. I hope no one else we know needs to join this club, but if they do I am glad to know that someone like you can give a voice to their previously “unspoken” feelings. Remember, I may not contact you often but I am always here if you need to vent. I am proof that life goes on,and while part of you may want to crawl under the covers and hide, there is so much living to do. Thank you for being the inspiration to get up and not complain on those “worse day evers”. If you can get up with a smile on your face, I have no right not to have one on mine. Mark would be so proud, Don’t ever doubt that. Sorry I rambled on. Love you

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