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.