August 6, 2011

Keep it real

While out to lunch today, I realized why people who present their lives as if it's one Hallmark moment after another make me wanna vomit. Or at the very least, roll my eyes to the ceiling. I'm not a big fan of Smug Marrieds and Smug Singles. Why, on some days when I'm feeling cranky (yeah, it happens), I want to wipe that smirk off their faces. On the other hand, I hate drama queens, drama kings, drama princes and drama princesses. Give me the court jester anytime.

When I hear about people's struggles and then see how they're making things work despite the struggles, I get impressed. It's like watching from the sidelines as people try to make sense of the challenges that get thrown their way. It astounds me when they emerge victorious. I want to cheer for them. When the people involved are close friends, I beam with pride at knowing these people. At the same time, when I hear about people's good fortunes, I can't help but feel ecstatic on their behalf as well. I'd be all happy, you'd think the good fortune happened to me.

It's certain people who I've got a beef with - those who sing endless hallelujahs on how everything is just. frickin. perfect. I get suspicious. "Really? For real?" Because life doesn't always come up roses and chocolates. Some days, there are dark clouds, thunder and rain.


When I see people sharing the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, it makes them seem more human, more real. Anything in extreme is just weird. I know there are good days, bad days, neutral days, I-just-wanna-pull-off-my-hair days in extreme exasperation. I'd like a fine balance, really, but that might be too much to ask for. So let's keep it real, folks. That's all.