Of course, those are the things I blog about when I want to complain. I have a lot in common with George Carlin, you know. Top of that list? Having major psychotic f*cking hatreds towards things, not just minor pet peeves. People who can't drive? People who are mean? People who don't understand elevator etiquette? People who can't operate a revolving door? People who are ignorant? People who do gross and obnoxious things in their office when other people are around? People who don't read? People who don't know what's going on beyond their own backyard? Yeah, combine that with a bad day (i.e. waking up late, a rainy day, a bad hair day, zero job security, a fight with my spouse, an ill child, five pound weight gain, nothing to wear, depression) and well, my pet peeves can take a turn for the worse.
There is always something awful on the news that can make me seriously depressed, and there is always something to think about to turn my sunshine day into a gloomy one. It isn't hard to think about a sad story, or to worry about something to the point that it affects your day. What is hard, though, is looking past the gloom and doom and just being happy in the present. Even though there are a lot of things I don't like, there are a lot of things that make me happy.
And there are a lot of things I love.
I love eating movie theatre popcorn in my family room, watching trashy television shows.
I love watching old favourite movies, like Heathers.
I love Christian Slater and Winona Ryder.
I love thinking about high school and knowing if I could go back today, I wouldn't change a single thing.
I love watching my six year old play with his friends and seeing what a big boy he's become.
I love listening to my four year old play the drums.
I love hearing the few words my children still mispronounce, like me-magine for imagine, and ba-lack for black. I'll never correct them.
I love watching my boys in their swimming lessons.
I love to death this commercial that makes me cry every time I watch it.
I love the Olympics, and not just because the Greeks invented them.
I love soccer, and people with passions.
I love how great a father my husband is to our children.
I love my family, and our dysfunctionalness that makes us so awesome.
I love shopping, and I love ModCloth like crazy. I had to blog about it, and my online shopping addiction, even.
I love summer, and dresses, and flip flops, and tanned skin, and coconut smell.
I love chocoate chip ice cream.
I love planning vacations, and going on vacation.
I love swimming in the ocean.
I love sleeping with the balcony doors open, listening to the waves.
I love my awesome friends.
I love reading a good book and knowing when it's finished, another one is waiting for me to start.
I love Gale. (Why, Katniss, why?)
I love the many incredible people I've met because of blogging.
I love funny peoople who make me laugh.
I love 80's movies.
I love many, many movies, actually.
I love music to my core.
I love a lot of things, too many to list here, but you get the idea. "When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favourite things, and then I don't feel... so bad."
What do you love?