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I’m a cynic. Really, I am, and I will be the first to admit this. I find just about everything to be highly skeptic, and my wife often has to stop me when I bemoan even the most mundane things. For instance, I have pretty much ruined evening TV for Meggie. Especially when it’s commercial time (we see an awful lot of commercials even though we have DVR. Need to look into that). For instance, I cannot stand McDonald’s commercials. They just piss me the hell off. I literally have a mini-stroke every time one of that company’s commercials airs. Again, this is a character flaw of mine for which I am not necessarily proud. Still, it’s who I am. Doesn’t mean I can’t change, right?
Incidentally, one of the things I just haven’t jumped on the cynic bandwagon for is the Royal Wedding of Williamand Jenna or Beatrice or whatever. I’m not interested in it, nor do I think I ever could be. Just not my cup ‘o tea, Guv’nuh!
My wife was really excited about it, though. It was absolutely adorable to see how happy it made her that there was going to be a Royal Wedding, and I think just experiencing it — even from afar — brought her some real joy. That’s a good thing. I like it when Meggie is happy. Honestly, I found it a bit cute to see how giddy all of this made her.
I am not going to go into how this is a culturally-relevant thing. I don’t really care to share my feelings on all of that. Really, they are my feelings, and frankly, I am sure nobody cares.
Anyway, I don’t care about the wedding. My wife does. So do a lot of other people. Is this okay?
In fact, I am happy that this has brought Meggie some real happiness. No, in the long run, this does not affect us in any way. I don’t see any of those weird gifts they are probably getting, and when the new royal couple kissed, it didn’t affect my family’s checkbook. Still, it made my wife happy. And I am sure it made quite a few other people happy.
This brings me to the crux of what I am trying to say here:
Why the shit are some of you so up-in-arms about this? I have been reading half of the shit some of you fucksticks are writing on Facebook, and for god’s sake, it’s like this wedding is really affecting all of you. And you’re argument about having to hear about it incessantly and that you can’t escape it is bullshit. Half of you spend just as much time blowing Glee with the same level of intensity as the media has reported on this British affair. So yes, there has been a lot of reporting and commentary on this. But in the Information Age, it is nearly impossible to be trapped in one single news item.
Really, what this boils down to is that there are more cynics out there than I thought, and half of you just want something to relentlessly bitch about. I should know. We can smell our own.
Maybe it’s me getting older, but I love these times when I can grow for the better because Meggie offers some advice. I savor the moments when–in between telling her “I don’t buy it,” and “I doubt that” that she says something that really hits home. In response to the slew of Facebook comments today from people who have apparently forgotten how to use the Internet or TV and search for other shit to hear about, my wife wrote:
“I’m so over seeing people’s negative status updates. Life is too short to spend it hating everything. It’s okay to be happy. Really it is!”
Mrs. Garcia, you are right. And, you know what, I may not be able to keep my eyeballs from doing a somersault next time a McDonald’s commercial airs, but I will try my best not to be as much as a cynic as you have come to know.
Maybe we can all learn that it’s okay not to just be so reviled by something that, ultimately, does not affect us but brings others some happiness.
Happy wedding day, William and Mrs. William.
For some reason, I have this preconceived notion about lots of entertainers that they are simply there to entertain and that they have no capacity to think critically or even offer any shred of intriguing thought. Deep down, in the recesses of my paradoxically shallow mind, I understand that this is not necessarily the case. Nevertheless, I am always pleasantly surprised when I learn that a celebrity/artist/entertainer out there does something that goes far beyond the scope of their primary craft.
Recently, I learned that Duff McKagan of Guns n’ Roses and later Velvet Revolver notoriety is not only intelligent and dynamic but that he can write. Holy crap, the dude who vodka’d and coked himself up until his pancreas burst actually has a very compelling mind. He has one of the best voices in writing I have come across in a long time, and his subject matter is exceptionally varied, ranging from critiques of modern punk rock and his time in GnR to his thoughts on Justin Bieber, being a dad to recently read history books and . Very cool
Anyway, Duff’s weekly column on Seattle Weekly can be found here. Seriously, check it out here.