I was thinking the other day, which I've been known to do from time to time, that in almost every seemingly good situation, someone will invariably see something negative as well.
Saturday Night Live perfected this theory in their creation of the character, "Debbie Downer." No one can say or do anything, that she doesn't immediately find the discouraging side of it all. A good meal, even one rarely enjoyed, is cancer-producing, with all its additives. A nice day just means a storm will come eventually. Those are dark clouds on the horizon.
But we can't live this way. We have to hope all will be well, and that, though none of us are blind to the sorrowful side of life, sometimes we just have to push pain, skepticism, and contention aside and move forward.
I guess that's what Rodgers and Hammerstein called a "cock-eyed optimist."
Just last week, I was having my nails done at my favorite salon, and thought how this lovely, temperate weather we've been having lately, is going to boost the pedicure business.
People will want to wear open-toed shoes, sandals, and even flip-flops again, now that it's warm. Toenails will be crying out for attention across the land.
However, Scana, or Georgia Natural Gas, might not feel so thrilled about lower bills for their consumers. After all, when lots of revenue dwindles, profits likewise plummet. Undoubtedly, of course, they figure mild weather and a limited need for heat into their costs. They're sort of like Las Vegas; the house always wins.
Everywhere, farmers and other professional and amateur growers, alike, may be dancing and rejoicing over a much-needed and steady downpour, but schoolchildren restless, and stuck inside at recess on a rainy, dreary day are sad.
A person who desperately wants a puppy adores finding the perfect match for himself at a shelter, but someone nervous or sick can't stand endless barks echoing from an adjoining yard.
Mechanics may live for mysterious maladies, but weird, clacking noises coming from deep inside the baffling, cavernous regions under a hood strike terror in the average person's heart.
So, it's up and down, back and forth, and sometimes just a confusing tumble of issues and possibilities.
But there are many "win-win" situations that seem to have no downside, if we'll just try to think positively.
And I know, I know. There is nothing worse than a Pollyanna preaching homespun advice, when the world seems to have gone crazy.
Yet, just consider the challenge. Indulge me.
You want, or even need, a new table to complete your décor, but there is no money for such a purchase. Good Will, or the Habitat for Humanity store, happens to have one that's both gorgeous AND inexpensive. Everybody is happy.
On the way home from a pleasant Sunday afternoon drive, a serious craving for black walnut ice cream stirs your taste buds. The Pink Dipper is happy to serve.
I guess I've always seen life as either a "win-lose" condition, or a "win-win" one. I believe the goal is to turn as many as possible into the latter.
People may see our new president as either great or terrible. But it doesn't have to be that way. We can find reasons to give him and his staff, a fair and fighting chance.
First of all, we're told to do that in The Bible, to pray for our leaders.
Secondly, we should support the office itself. The person in it is secondary. I do not have to tell anyone married for more than five minutes, that occasionally it is the veritable institution of matrimony that holds a couple together, especially when hearts are broken, or dreams dashed.
Thirdly, maybe what we see as "cons" now will turn to "pros" in the future. It happens all the time.
Speaking hypothetically, people may lament the demise of government-sanctioned abortions, but one of those saved innocents could grow up to make us all proud, even to be president, y'all.
So, what have we got to lose? The depressed, mournful way isn't going to work. Perhaps, it's time to look past our differences, and, as they say, realize we truly are more alike than we may have realized.
All most folks want is peace and happiness and red toenails. Well, we girls anyway.