Winners and Losers

 

 

Sometimes after elections I feel elated. Sometimes I feel like I’m face-down in mud, desperately searching for air bubbles. And then there are the times I feel suspended between joy and heartbreak.

 

That’s where I am this week. Some election results are in line with my thinking, others not so much. And that’s tricky. I am just the type of person to wake the morning after elections in either a Winner mood or a Loser mood. Certainly some of that has to do with childish feelings of wanting my votes to be echoed by others, of wanting to feel right in some way. Of wanting to belong. But there’s more to it than that. I, like many of you, often feel that I know best. That if only people would get their heads out of their own asses, well, what a wonderful world this would be.

 

Don’t think I kid myself here. I know my head is often securely wedged up my ass and that my opinions can be self-serving. I own my flawed nature. That doesn’t stop me from being human, but I am at least occasionally aware. Occasionally.

 

It is far too easy and simple to break down our world into Winners and Losers. To pout and vow an uncooperative nature. To swear on all that is holy that we shall never support the other side (whatever that means). But to tell the truth, I can’t drown in that sort of thinking because it just doesn’t suit me. Like it or not, we freaks are all in this together. And I’m too much of a glass-half-full kind of gal to wallow – for too long. Instead, I choose to stand and dust myself off. I have a life to live. And in living this life, I want to make a positive impact. I want to affect effect good in this world. I want to leave joyful energy in my wake.

 

I am Mikki Brisk. And I definitely approve this message.

Here’s a Quarter…

 

 

Yesterday I had coffee with a friend and we were chatting about certain individuals who seem committed to a life of douche-baggery. We spoke of our feelings and how we deal with these people, and at one point I said something or other about my belief that there are souls who will never choose differently. That some people will always be assholes, and that the only impetus for change in those folks will be death.

 

Later on I was going over that morning conversation and I wondered to myself if I ever wish death upon anyone. I thought long and hard about this. I know I’ve wished for friends (and former friends) to opt for their betterment. For example, when a former friend’s husband was pushing her around – physically – I desperately wanted her to love herself enough to decide she deserved better. I know I’ve wished for friends (and former friends) to pull focus and stop drowning in drama, and instead see how friggin’ privileged they are. Sometimes a person lifts herself up and sees life anew. Sometimes not. Hell, I’ve even wished for political assholes to see past the ends of their crooked noses. Do you think that often happens?

 

If I thought my input had any worth whatsoever, I’d get a $10 roll of coins and walk around, saying to the idiots of the world, “Here’s a quarter. Buy yourself a clue.” But my input has no value. My opinions are as worthless as the next schmo’s. How does the old saying go? Opinions are like assholes. Everybody’s got one and everyone thinks everybody else’s stinks.

 

So after thinking about all this, I realized I don’t wish death upon anyone. And I’m glad. I don’t want to be that person. For my sake. But I will say this: I can guaran-damn-tee I won’t mourn the deaths of a few folks in this world. Not enough quarters in the universe to help those buggers.