Being sick and making the best of it

Well, the dreaded summer cold has claimed another victim.  I hate getting sick as much as I hate few other things. I don't mean paltry dislikable things like waiting in line or those idiots who type posts on Facebook in shorthand like they're texting each other. LOL.

I'm referring to the truly hated things like Nazis, the IRS, and soccer Moms. Not all soccer Moms mind you, just the haughty superior ones who always look at you like they're better because they have nothing else to do all day but dote over their children. They always seem to have Xanax on hand but I'm sure that's just a coincidence. [after rereading this post, I admit that I may have some unresolved issues with Soccer Mom's but my feelings on the IRS and Nazis are justified]

I had to admit that today I was too sick to go into work, and that's not an easy call for me to make. I have an unhealthy work ethic acquired from years of working in an industry where deadlines can not be missed and you better not call in unless you're bleeding from the ears. And even then they'll try to guilt you in to showing up with cotton balls in your ears to stop the bleeding. It's nice to work there besides awkwardly overhearing the occasional coworker crying in a cubicle near you.

I have different stages of sick.  Typically, the first stage is the "scratchy throat, nasal congested, good lord I hope that's allergies" stage.  Followed the same day by the "nope, it's not allergies" stage.  The third stage is the delusional feverish stage. 

Sadly, people never seem to appreciate the advantage to the deep thoughts we often come across while in the feverish stages of a cold.  You never know what little gems you might come across while cuddled up on the sofa watching old movies and daytime TV.  I've listed a few:

- I wonder why the kids in E.T. keep pedaling the whole time they're on the flying bikes. Is it "Just in case"?

- How funny would it be to work in a restaurant on Valentine's Day and hide fake diamond rings in all the girls' glasses and then just watch all the men's expressions.

- I'll bet the first person who discovered how to make popcorn must have been like "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

- What exactly was the  guy whp discovered that we can drink cows milk doing anyway?  I mean were people so excited about it that they never bothered to ask what he was up to?

Fever philosophy, I could be on to something big here.

Why I hate blogs but I'm doing one anyway

When life gives you lemons make lemonade. A beautiful sentiment about making the best out of a bad situation. I personally think that most people miss that if life doesn't also give you sugar it will be some horribly bad lemonade. Optimism is good, but if we face life without seeing the humor in it, we are missing a vital part of the experience.

Life for some is easy, these people lead a charmed life and rarely encounter adverse situations or life changing events. I'm not one of those people. I have achieved many of my goals and been successful more times than most. I've also had many of successes taken away from me, either through my own mistakes or through events that were beyond my control.

Some are meant to live their life like a flight on an airliner, they rise and continue on a steady path until the slow eventual decent. Others are the aerial acrobats who dip, dive, spin and do loops through their journey. I'm pretty sure I would be a very unhappy passenger in the acrobats plane, the one with the air sickness bag at the ready, wondering why the ground won't stay beneath us like God intended.

I don't dislike, resent or envy the people with the easy lives. I think it actually gives me hope that people can lead lives with limited turmoil.

So, the point to my post, as the title would indicate, is that I'm not a particular fans of blogs. Too many posts about meaningless subjects or trite and shortsighted political musings. I don't care how someone's dinner is, or what theirs kids sports team is doing. They are a potentially wonderful means of communication that is all too often wasted on the mundane.

Why am I engaging in a pass-time that I frown upon (or scowl with great intensity) because it is so often misused? Because its cheaper than therapy. My wife is constantly telling me that I have a unique perspective on life, current events, politics, etc. She will go to great lengths explaining that it's a shame that I don't express them to other people and would be a lot healthier for my own personal sanity if I did.

So for those who stumble upon my posts, I'm glad you're here. I didn't expect you to be here, but I'm glad you are. I hope my posts are not mundane and offer some entertainment. Because I don't want to add hypocrite to my list of character flaws.