So there I am, as usual, seething with anger. This time, it's Patrick Brazeau. He makes me sick with his ignorance and bravado, and his undeserved power. Not that I want power, necessarily. With great power comes great responsibility? Is that what they say? But I digress. The Brazman. My extreme dislike—of the Brazman and so many other public figures—is starting to be problematic. It's having an effect on my mental health. You would think that I had enough stress close to home, right? Why on earth am I allowing the bad behaviour of famous people get under my skin? Not to mention the countless pet peeves I discover and rediscover in my everyday life, like idling cars, extremely high heels, people who don't say thank you, Internet initialisms, open-mouthed gum chewers, and so many more.
It's not much fun being angry. I needed to find a solution. So I came up with an idea. Every time I find myself getting all pumped up about something, I have to find another thing that makes me happy in equal proportions. There's nothing I can do about that macho wifebeating fraudster. But Romeo Dallaire's a good guy! The story of Zenko Hrynkiw should be enough to cancel out the latest Rob Ford scandal. I look away from the dog poo in the snow and appreciate the beautiful yarn bombed trees in my local park. I take a break from raging about car congestion on my street to check out the bounteous community garden.
It's not always easy, but I think I'm on to something. What do you think?
Sunday, February 2, 2014
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