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millysdaughter) wrote2019-09-26 10:19 pm
millysdaughter) wrote2019-09-26 10:19 pm
Idol Week 1
Idol 1 - Resolution
Dirty Linens
I make resolutions constantly. Being reactionary, the woulda/coulda/shoulda nonsense drives me up the wall, so my response is to go forth and do better. Learn from my mistakes, don't make the same mistake twice, and all that cliché rot.
I do try to correct my mistakes when I discover them. Many of my most spectacular crash-and-burn explosions came about when I was trying to FIX my original mistake.
I was recently informed of a mistake I made long ago. I did not know about it at the time, and the information came as a shock. I was blindsided, and have still not quite adjusted, in fact. Sadly, it is too late for me to do anything to fix this problem or repair the damage.
Long ago, when I was a kid and dinosaurs roamed the earth, there was a television commercial starring the lonely Maytag repairman. He was the world's greatest repairman. He could fix anything, from a toaster to a rocket ship. The storyline of the commercial series was that he was sad and lonely because Maytag washers were so good that he did not have anything he needed to fix.
Today our friendly Maytag repairman has a washer to fix. It was not a defective machine. It did not wear out. Sadly, this particular washer had a powerful bomb hidden inside the tub. Can you fix a washer after it blows up? Where do you start?
What about the poor Maytag man, who was wounded by the flying shrapnel of the explosion? Can he heal? Does he have any right to complain about his shrapnel wounds, since he never searched that row of gleaming new washers for hidden explosives? He totally failed to anticipate this bomb.
Our friendly Maytag man was not the type to turn over all his silver linings to look for dark clouds lurking. He never braced for impact at loud noises, never gazed fearfully at shadowed alleys in anticipation of attack. Our Maytag guy is the one who grabbed the shovel upon entering to room filled with manure, cheerfully exclaiming, "There has to be a pony in here somewhere!"
Maybe the pessimists among us are the happiest people of all. Every time bad things happen, the pessimist is proved correct. When the world explodes, the pessimist can sit there and laugh, chanting "I told you so" in a sing-song voice.
I cannot -- I will not -- take up the pessimist mantle. While I do adore Eeyore with every fiber of my being, I refuse to walk around moaning about the dark cloud over my head.
All I can do is grab a roll (or a case) of duct tape and start searching out the scattered pieces of the exploded appliances.
Dirty Linens
I make resolutions constantly. Being reactionary, the woulda/coulda/shoulda nonsense drives me up the wall, so my response is to go forth and do better. Learn from my mistakes, don't make the same mistake twice, and all that cliché rot.
I do try to correct my mistakes when I discover them. Many of my most spectacular crash-and-burn explosions came about when I was trying to FIX my original mistake.
I was recently informed of a mistake I made long ago. I did not know about it at the time, and the information came as a shock. I was blindsided, and have still not quite adjusted, in fact. Sadly, it is too late for me to do anything to fix this problem or repair the damage.
Long ago, when I was a kid and dinosaurs roamed the earth, there was a television commercial starring the lonely Maytag repairman. He was the world's greatest repairman. He could fix anything, from a toaster to a rocket ship. The storyline of the commercial series was that he was sad and lonely because Maytag washers were so good that he did not have anything he needed to fix.
Today our friendly Maytag repairman has a washer to fix. It was not a defective machine. It did not wear out. Sadly, this particular washer had a powerful bomb hidden inside the tub. Can you fix a washer after it blows up? Where do you start?
What about the poor Maytag man, who was wounded by the flying shrapnel of the explosion? Can he heal? Does he have any right to complain about his shrapnel wounds, since he never searched that row of gleaming new washers for hidden explosives? He totally failed to anticipate this bomb.
Our friendly Maytag man was not the type to turn over all his silver linings to look for dark clouds lurking. He never braced for impact at loud noises, never gazed fearfully at shadowed alleys in anticipation of attack. Our Maytag guy is the one who grabbed the shovel upon entering to room filled with manure, cheerfully exclaiming, "There has to be a pony in here somewhere!"
Maybe the pessimists among us are the happiest people of all. Every time bad things happen, the pessimist is proved correct. When the world explodes, the pessimist can sit there and laugh, chanting "I told you so" in a sing-song voice.
I cannot -- I will not -- take up the pessimist mantle. While I do adore Eeyore with every fiber of my being, I refuse to walk around moaning about the dark cloud over my head.
All I can do is grab a roll (or a case) of duct tape and start searching out the scattered pieces of the exploded appliances.