In life, I don’t think there is such thing a good or bad. It depends on context.
Take hair, for example.
Loads of hair on head- good. Loads of hair on back- bad.
Facial man hair- good. Facial lady hair- bad.
Facial man hair on chin, upper lip and eyebrows- good. Facial man hair cascading out nostrils and earholes- bad. (Yes, earholes are not technically on face. Close enough.)
A Poignant Illustration
I am sure you can see where we are going with this. It’s all about context.
I parked on a loading zone and got a $40 dollar fine. Forty dollars! That is insane! Forty dollars! I was only there for five minutes! Forty dollars! That is enough to buy 40 one dollar coins!
But- if I had parked on a toddler’s head, $40 would have been a very light sentence indeed. I’d be joyously running down the steps of the courthouse to burn the orange tracksuit I was saving for my jail sentence.
It’s all about context.
Yesterday, I was driving along a country road in my small town, when I was shocked to see a van with a trailer pull out, and start driving on the wrong side of the road towards me.
I had to drive into a ditch to avoid a head-on collision. The driver continued on his distracted path.
I was pretty shaken, and was about to call the cops. I asked a witness if she has seen it. She had- and told me who it was. Turns out it was an old friend of mine.
The near-death experience which gave me so much rage became a funny story that I will now bring up every time I see him.
It’s all about context.
Pregnancy. I was a pregnant teen. In that situation, pregnancy is bad (unless you are Keisha Castle-Hughes and the media can twist the story to make it sound like a good thing). I still find it hard to shake that neuro-association. When I see a pregnant woman, no matter how married, successful and ‘proper’ she is, I still laugh to myself and think “LOSER! Your dad is going to spew!”
But if I was 50 and got pregnant, the same act would make me a legend, and would probably secure me an article in ‘Womans Day’ called ‘My Little Miricle’.
Context.
Puppies are cute. Dead puppies are not.
Old men are sweet. Old men leering over small children- not so much.
I don’t have a climactic point here. I just think if you can twist the circumstances of any situation to make you feel a certain way- then you can untwist it.
So there is never any real reason to get your knickers in a twist, because compared to an orphaned burns victim with ginger hair- life is just dandy.
It’s all about context.
