The Boston Red Sox are in the World Series. This makes me happy.
Should they win, I'll be ecstatic. Should they lose, I'll probably be more unhappy than had they not even made the playoffs. That being said, regardless, in time, I will appreciate their accomplishment.
I am also not very happy. I'm not happy with work. Not happy at home. Not happy with my cat's current woes. Not happy with my social life. Not happy about my prospects for the future. Did I mention the Red Sox are in the World Series and that I'm happy?
The World Series has allowed me a metaphorical carrot to dangle ahead of me. It gives me a distraction from my work aggravations, my claustrophobic and uncertain home situation, my lack of a social life, and the dim light at the end of this unknown tunnel. It does not help with my cat's current condition, but at least allows me to ten to his needs the best I can, realizing soon, I will have to invest more money into a situation neither he nor I created. We will see.
Last night, the Red Sox took game one and for four hours, the things that pester my body and mind seemed to be lifted. At times, a great film will give me this for a while, but the moment is fleeting. I turned off the television and dozed off quickly, sleeping about as soundly as I do these days. I awoke, like most mornings, feeling no better than the night before, but no worse. I thought about the game and smiled knowing a second will be played tonight. Maybe we win and I'll be happy. Maybe not. I do know I have that distraction for tonight and the ability to look forward to at least two more after this one. As far as the big picture goes, the outcomes have little bearing on my life other than a brief spurt of happiness, or sadness, and possibly fond memories. Maybe it's more simple, and that is the power of sports. For a few hours, maybe even days, we have hope.
Should they win, I'll be ecstatic. Should they lose, I'll probably be more unhappy than had they not even made the playoffs. That being said, regardless, in time, I will appreciate their accomplishment.
I am also not very happy. I'm not happy with work. Not happy at home. Not happy with my cat's current woes. Not happy with my social life. Not happy about my prospects for the future. Did I mention the Red Sox are in the World Series and that I'm happy?
The World Series has allowed me a metaphorical carrot to dangle ahead of me. It gives me a distraction from my work aggravations, my claustrophobic and uncertain home situation, my lack of a social life, and the dim light at the end of this unknown tunnel. It does not help with my cat's current condition, but at least allows me to ten to his needs the best I can, realizing soon, I will have to invest more money into a situation neither he nor I created. We will see.
Last night, the Red Sox took game one and for four hours, the things that pester my body and mind seemed to be lifted. At times, a great film will give me this for a while, but the moment is fleeting. I turned off the television and dozed off quickly, sleeping about as soundly as I do these days. I awoke, like most mornings, feeling no better than the night before, but no worse. I thought about the game and smiled knowing a second will be played tonight. Maybe we win and I'll be happy. Maybe not. I do know I have that distraction for tonight and the ability to look forward to at least two more after this one. As far as the big picture goes, the outcomes have little bearing on my life other than a brief spurt of happiness, or sadness, and possibly fond memories. Maybe it's more simple, and that is the power of sports. For a few hours, maybe even days, we have hope.
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