A Bad Day

Quote of the Day:

Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, “why me?” Then a voice answers, “nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.” Charlie Brown

Last week TB had a bad day. First I dunked my Iphone in a cup of water sending it into a protracted death spiral. Then I got stuck in a traffic jam on the eleventh of a twelve hour drive. Then my preferred credit card got rejected for a hotel reservation. I had another bad day yesterday. Not only did I find out I would have to pay full price to replace my phone, I also suffered near debilitating flu-like symptoms. Then today I heard about a friend who returned to work from serving his spouse with divorce papers to learn the DUI charge he was confident would be dismissed was instead going to trial next week and he was suddenly being advised to just plead guilty and get it behind him. At first I thought to myself, “now that’s a crummy day. I should be thankful my bad days were so benign  relative to his.” Then I thought, “Screw that! Just because my days weren’t as bad as all that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to wallow in a bit of self pity.” Then I thought, “I should write about this.”

Society tells us we should minimize our misfortunes. Ever get in a fender bender? You were just thankful no one was hurt, right? If you have the flu you have to be mindful that many are suffering much more serious health problems. If you make waffles and only then realize you are out of syrup you have to think of the starving children in Africa who would love to have such a problem.

But I’ve decided to no longer conform on this point of order. A bad day sucks and that’s all there is to it. After all, when you have a good day society doesn’t encourage you to say “yeah, this hundred dollar bonus was great, but there are people on Wall Street who got 2.8 gazillion.” Or “I sure enjoyed my trip to Charleston but let’s not forget there are people out there who went to the Swiss Alps.” Or “pizza for dinner was awesome but you have to think of the children in Italy who are having it with gelato for dessert.” You just walk around all day with a big cheesy grin, reveling in the moment. I think a bad day should be no different, well, other than the complete opposite. A bad day stinks no matter how many people are having a worse one and we ought to be able to gripe and glower through it in peace.

About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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9 Responses to A Bad Day

  1. Bravo! I have always felt the same way. I remember going on a tirade one time that went something like this:

    “I’m sick of this crap! Through no fault of my own, this, this, and this have happened today. It’s beyond unfair. And you know what really sux? I’m supposed to look on the bright side and be thankful I don’t have an inoperable brain tumor. Yeah. With each punch that life lands dead center to my groin, I’m supposed to point to my noggin, smile, and say, ‘Hey, still no tumor!’ Is this how life is supposed to be lived? Each morning I’m supposed to wake up and shoot for nothing more than a non-cancerous day? In the face of every dilemma, I’m supposed to gleefully shout, “At least my kids didn’t get molested”? What a crap way to go through life.”

    Then the person I was talking to said that I should be thankful none of those things had happened, which made me madder b/c that misses the whole point. Your post is dead on.

  2. Mac says:

    Amen. I have been doing this for years. And then people say I’m moody. You damn right I’m moody. Today sucked but yesterday was peaches. Lifes a beach.

  3. calicobebeop says:

    I heartily agree. At any rate – this justifies my complete inability to notice anything than my own misery when I’m in the dumps. Thanks!

  4. Jessie Lou says:

    My what a difference a few years makes – I seem to remember you setting me straight on a bad day once. I’ll be interested to see which way you find works out better for you. My new year started out on a sour note but I am hoping for better things to come.

  5. Suzy says:

    I agree, why do we have to feel guilty for feeling bad – Has society done this to us, or is it a “Southern” thing? It works both ways Good Days or Bad Days….. What kind of days are we supposed to have????? Someone will always be better off or worse off……

  6. Jessie Lou says:

    The best medicine for a bad day is to take to the bed only after you’ve complained enough.

  7. smilyj says:

    I never have bad days. I am pleasant to be around most every day.

  8. Jessie Lou says:

    Is that how you got the nickname – Smily?

  9. tinyd says:

    I just know there is a side story here about “one-uppers.” You know the kind that would say, “Well, you think that’s bad. This one time I dropped my phone in a Fry Daddy full of onion rings…” Not only do they try to prove that whatever they have been through is SO much worse, but in the process they make your day even more crummy. Many times this behavior would induce a blank stare. (may I use that term?)
    So here’s to someone hearing your crummy day story, saying “man, that sucks,” and hoping your day is better tomorrow.

    P.S. – I think Smily is just Smily because he’s always Smily, bad day or not.

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