I am a happy person. I am relentlessly optimistic in the face of disappointment. I dance through life with a pair of rose-tinted glasses superglued to my face. I am hopeful to the point of idiocy e.g. when I wake up to the sound of torrential rain, I still hold out hope that when I pull up the blind I will be greeted by at least a rainbow, if not animated bluebirds tweeting.
But this doesn’t mean I don’t get cross. No, I don’t sweat the small stuff, the stuff I absolutely cannot change. But there’s still stuff that riles me. In fact, where many of friends have their “happy board” i.e. a list of things to cheer them up when they are down (kittens, chocolate, amusing memes featuring monkeys) I have what I am now (in honour of Marian Keyes) terming my “shovel list”. In other words, things I hate so much I would like to hit them very hard with a shovel. To wit:
- Misplaced apostrophes.
- Dog poo. (Or rather, owners who do not pick up dog poo, as I am pretty sure that if I hit the poo hard with a shovel I’d get it all over me).
- The term LOL. Particularly when added randomly at the end of a sentence e.g. I’m tired LOL. What does that even MEAN? You’re laughing because you’re tired? Are you crazy?
- Too much milk in my tea despite my repeated request to just show carton to cup.
- The fact that nine-hole Dr Martens boots do not fit me however many times I try to squeeze my chubby feet into them.
- Come Dine With Me.
- Shrugging cynicism.
And that last one is, I guess, the point. That what matters is passion – whether it’s about something you adore or despise. There’s nothing more depressing than someone saying: “Oh, nothing changes, why bother.” Or, to put it in simpler terms, “Whatever”. No, NOT whatever. Something. Anything. Stand up for yourself. Speak your brains. Tell the world what you love, and hate. (Go on, what do you hate? What’s on your shovel list? I want to know…)