I have a confession to make that
doesn't feel like a confession because there is simply no shame
behind it:
I cried for no less than 80% of Pixar's
recently pirated movie Inside Out.
The remaining 20% was spent cleaning tissues off the table and
shouting out recognized voice actors.
It's
just that I've always found myself driven by emotion in the
strangest, seemingly profound way. And while you may be reading this
as “I'm weepy,” it's not just my weird, adulthood-developed
movie-crying habit that I consider to be one of these drivers.
Emotionalism,
along with being a decent Avett Brothers album, is defined as an
“inclination to rely on or place too much value on emotion when
dealing with issues or confrontations.” And then the next sentence
on the Wikipedia page starts talking about Adolf Hitler, but we'll
address that in a future blog post that will never be written.
I have
no problem admitting that I'm inclined to put too much stock in my
emotions, I just wonder how many times I could say I've put too much
stock in my logical brain when I should have been listening to the
thing in my gut saying “wrong way, dude.” And, yes, my gut says
“dude.”
Growing
up I always heard teachers and guidance councilors and day-time talk
show hosts mention the idea of “emotional intelligence.” At face
value, this phrase sounds like a new-agey excuse parents use to
invent redeeming qualities for their stupid children, which it may
be, but there is undeniable value in learning how to get your brain
to cope with stress and the general concept of things not going your
way.
So
often the way we think about life's obstacles is summed up by stupid
sayings that sound like a grumpy alcoholic farmer grumbled them from
behind a corn cob pipe and people somehow kept repeating it.
“Life's
not fair.”
“Life
sucks and then you die. Deal with it.”
“Life's
a shit sandwich, and every day you have to take it out of the fridge,
pack it into your lunch cooler and take it to your job at the shit
sandwich factory where you taste-test the shit for proper bitterness
before it's packaged and shipped to everyone on the planet so SUCK IT
UP, PRINCESS!”
The
fact is that life often does suck, you always die, we all have to
deal with it, so remember a time that you were feeling bad for a
second and stop looking at me like I'm the one that fed you a shit
sandwich. I guess I just feel like you can think a little harder than
that.
And
life's only unfair when you choose to make it that way. I'm looking
at you, 6th
grade math teacher. I mean... just because I dropped all the
worksheets that one time doesn't mean you have to make a joke about
it every time you need someone to hand out papers. At some point,
you're just an adult being mean to children, you having a bigger desk
changes very little.
About
once a year, I seem to meander my YouTube search towards a famous
speech by college basketball coach Jim Valvano. Accepting an
award for courage with a body covered in tumors, Valvano spoke on
what seemed to be a mindset that defined his character and
personality.
“To
me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do
this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh
every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in
thought. And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to
tears.”
To
some, he's explaining something akin to manic depression. To others,
he's describing the last six minutes of their lives. The former isn't
a sociopath and the latter isn't a baby. They're both people built
with a different set of tools, and they've acquired different ones
along the way. It's just easiest to identify with people that have a
similar-looking toolbox.
That's
why when I see an animated character named Sadness put on that
face after making what feels like a life-shattering error, I weep
because I know how many times that face has been my face.
It's
also why I obnoxiously burst out with laughter when I see Sadness
look at an impossible maze of adversity and barely muster the courage
to lift their ankle in the air so they can be dragged through it.
Sometimes the most joy can come from the same part of you that makes
you feel truly awful. Empathy can be a brilliant asshole like that.
So, is
it really realistic to expect people to sweep the entire emotional
spectrum every single day of their lives? Perhaps not. In the same
way that you're not going to ace life's daily logic test, you're
not always going to score well on your... well... emotional
intelligence, I suppose.
Just,
be good to people. Even when you think it doesn't matter or you don't
have to or even if you feel like you shouldn't. Be good, and know
that you won't actually always be good.
Alright.
That's it. I'm nearing the point where I suggest that people “love
themselves,” which may be the point where I'd have to officially
classify this as a self-help blog, so I should probably shut up.
Keep
finding ways to be okay and always correct your shitty parking job.