Am I bovvid?

Heddles Junior has had his earmuffs pruned. Still looking a bit like John Lennon when he got out of bed after a week, but his general appearance is more to my Dad’s liking.

It’s THURSDAY. Out of high spirits and to welcome the weekend in (Woza, you good thing you), it is as opportune a moment as ever to give thanks for life in general, which has been on the upswing at least for the past 6 weeks.

Even potentially MAJOR setbacks - such as the departure of my wingbitch High in Dubai, my gym-buddying, fellow BodyPOMP class attendee, my multipurpose strap-on, Devil-Wears-Prada-reading, leather-jacket wearing, salmon pasta magician and jolling mate, purveyor of religious experiences at Faithless concerts, Starbucks-guzzling carer for unwanted, ugly and obese babies (like the project he has unwittingly taken on in Jozi) – have been taken in full stride.

Even flu. I laugh at it. Even though I was on death’s doorstep, aching, nauseating, and leaving work early on Tuesday, I raged against the dying of the light and I am here. I finished reading Scar Tissue, FINALLY, and realized by comparison, I lead a fairly uncomplicated, healthy existence.

We can find a LOT of shit to whine about. Yet often I get the feeling those irritations/hardships (Salik tags, Dubai traffic, the heat, stress at work, rude bastards jumping queues and being general dicks generally) exist more as general hype than being essentially real, or capable of actually irking me on some deep level. Maybe we all feel these things should piss us off, because they grate everyone around us, so we all get caught up in a negative spiral.

Maybe I am just a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. Example: yes, it is annoying having to pay road toll and topping up your account and getting fined, and yes, it is not ideal sitting in an inferno that is a black car in the Middle East in the middle of July in five lanes of traffic that are not moving forward for over an hour, but although I moan about it (and we all love moaning about it), it really doesn’t affect me as much as you’d think it does from the way I vocalize it.

My office is big on collective bitching about the above kinds of issues, especially how inefficient and incompetent the agencies and individuals we have to deal with can be. My personal annoyances for 2007 are Polish wallies and Irish twatts. We all chip in and swear a lot and say how indescribably annoying these things are that we have to deal with. It’s quite crazy though the way that even though I go through the motions, thinking I feel, on a superficial level, as irritated as everyone else, I am actually not. If I really ask myself, in all honesty, it doesn’t get on my tits that much.

When you widen your perspective and acknowledge your life on earth as impermanent, finite, you can take it less seriously and realize you can actually enjoy it all the time if you want to.

There is far too much good stuff going on if you actually look for it. Pollyanna, rock on.