I have been a bit of a Debbie Downer lately, I must admit. Not because of anything that has happened. Instead, I’ve found myself worrying too much about things that are looming in my future. There are tough times on the horizon and when that is the case it’s hard to stay in the moment (woo-woo hippie talk, please forgive) and enjoy it when there’s that goddamn impending doom. Having a sick papa for a while now, I have thought myself quite the Jedi master when it comes to dealing with impending doom. Seriously I felt like I could give lessons in doom dealing, but add a few more doomy horizon things on top and I’m all OK FINE UNIVERSE I’m worrying. Which is stupid, I suppose, the worrying. It’s like being sad in advance, and who needs that?
I remember when Biogirl was going through a similar sadness-in-advance time a few years ago, and she was sitting over at our house one night and she and I were talking about it, and talking about it, and talking about it some more. There were tears, and it was seriously not a good scene, man. When we had talked ourselves completely out, we sort of looked at Nordic Boy, who hadn’t said a word. Feeling on the spot, I suppose, he busted out with something to say, just to contribute. “Yeah,” he said, “sadness…is badness.” That made all three of us crack a rib from laughing, which brought us right back into the present, the non-sadness-in-advance place. Since then, whenever Biogirl and I get ourselves into that headspace, we can always still get at least a little bit of a chuckle by saying “sadness…is badness” to each other in our best Nordic Boy voice.
So, this post is just to remind me. No sadness in advance. It’ll come when it comes.