Last week I mentioned a sense of sadness for no reason, one connected to awe. This week I had a deep sense of feeling stuck in amber as everything went by, and it reminded me of an episode of Parks and Rec. Ron Swanson, the show’s old school paragon of gruff masculinity, is teaching the boys in the area to camp. It’s filled with misery - a smoky fire, baked beans, real manly stoic stuff - while the rival version of the Girl Scouts has a smorgasbord of fun activities courtesy of their eternally optimistic leader, Lesley Knope.
Ron’s boys abandon him for Lesley’s version of the Scouts, and he’s left alone. Lesley asks him to enter the circle of warmth and community but he quietly refuses. The world has past him by, but it’s who he is, and he will not change. For Ron it’s not a depressed hopelessness, but one filled with an odd sense of peace and acceptance.
At first glance, it’s not a cynical, future projection of bad times to come. But I think the sadness is very similar to loneliness and creates a negative mythology. It assumes there are no others like you, and as time goes on the world moves in a way that selects fewer people like you.
SPONTANEOUS OPTIMISM
But there was also a lot of positivity this week.
I had several spontaneously optimistic thoughts looking towards the future, often powered by gratitude. I thought about how I was lucky being born in this time, that everything was working out for me. And that’s a rarity - I have to deliberately practice gratefulness, so having it manifest on its own was huge. I also spontaneous reframed several negative statements by immediately telling myself “what if I make the perfect choice?”
And while this felt good for me, it also effected others. At one point Lydia said something cynical and I automatically asked her “What if this turns out perfect? What if all this worry is for nothing?”
This project is quite selfish, but moments like this spur me on even more, showing me how I can potentially become a person who uplifts those around me.
And that lead me to times when friends cheered me up. My old roommate use to be my confidant for all the drama that went on in my college years. After I moaned over a new trial he’d say “yeah, but at least things are interesting, right?” It’s a good story, and isn’t it even better if it’s an underdog tale, when, like Drake says, you started from the bottom?