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How many times have you wanted to escape to the bottom of the garden and disappear inside your imagination? Well, I've wanted to every since I started school and I doubt I was the only little girl with a fully furnished 'camp' behind the garden shed. Hence how I got the nickname Pixie, and strangely, it's followed me around for the last 20 years. Of course, every now and then even Pixies must emerge into the real world, but the real one's never stop venturing back to camp. So, here's what I've discovered on my travels so far...

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Do we share good news as quickly as we share bad news?

This is the question I've found myself wondering a lot over the past few weeks.  I've got my girlfriends from university and although we live spread across the country, we keep in touch all the time and meet up whenever we can.  Over the years we've seen each other through births, deaths and marriages and none of them mine, in fact whenever we catch up, it's usually me that struggles to find good news (I'm usually the deaths bit).  For a while I've just thought it's because the round-robin-style emails have caught me at a bad time, but now I'm not so sure.  Right now I'm mid-sentence in my latest reply to them and I've decided to just say positive things.  Having shared the cancer, JP, job-hating, homeless information over the past few months, I'm done with the depressing nature of my own correspondence.  Here's my problem: I don't have anything positive to say.  Sadly, one of the girls, is included by default and not by choice on my part - we had a big argument in the final year that we never really recovered form - so whenever I try to make a bad situation sound good (ie. I've had to move home, but it means I can save quicker for a house deposit) she always focuses on the bad and makes a point of it!

There are good things in my life at the minute: Mum's healthy and mostly sane (at the minute), my beautiful baby nephew is gorgeous, healthy and happy, I've not been sacked for telling SLT exactly what I think of the system they're running.  There are things that aren't awful, but they're not exactly inspiring or email-worthy.  I'm now starting to wonder if I just don't share good news when it comes around.  For example, I'm never the one to start these email chains.  Maybe, the next time I have some amazing news, I'll instantly email everyone: "Guess what guys, not being able to afford food means I've got into my Karen Millan dress..." Truth is, I'm getting so unbelievably bored of the sound of my own depressing voice that I need to do something - with my ankle still being bad, I can't kick myself up the bum!  So, time to make some more changes.  I've already fulfilled my new year's resolutions, maybe I should make some more a bit earlier than usual?  Learn guitar, learn Spanish, go rock climbing?

As for the email, I've decided not to answer their questions and just ask them how their lives are; hopefully they won't spot the massive elegant in the room!

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