Last weekend I woke up groggy from two days straight of all grey clouds with no rain to speak of. What the hell is the point of clouds without rain anyway, I ask?! Who knows, but it left me dragging ass all damn day. Fortunately, or unfortunately, we had to go to the grocery store. Once again, I was forced to put on pants and comb my hair. (If I could stay in my jammies with my hair flying wild all day, I’d be so much nicer…also possibly slightly crazier, but that remains to be seen) He reminded me that I was focusing on the negative and he was trying to see the positive in our mundane weekly task of grocery shopping.
As we were walking into the store, another couple was walking out. I did not take note of them, however, as I was too busy brooding over having to wear pants. Scott noticed them and turned to me to ask, “were they speaking French?” Now, there are several likely answers to this question, all of which you might be able to guess. Considering that there is a large French-speaking population here in Portland, the most obvious answer would, “Yes!”
Other likely answers you may have come up with are:
- “Who knows?!”
- “They were speaking Spanish”
- “Je ne parle pas Englais”
Yet, none of those are the answer I replied with. No! How did I reply, you wonder? “We need to get toilet paper.” Of course, you say, why didn’t I think of that?! (Because you don’t live inside my head, that’s why…pffffttttt)
And there you have it, people – Scott making a positive observation, while I only cared about shit. Some days you’re the Yin, some days you’re the Yang, I’m just glad that our balance brings a good amount of humor along with it!