Busy Days

Some days it pays to be busy. Some days it doesn't. I've learned many times over that looking happy might make people angry. It might make people thing there is something wrong with you. Your lover might think you are cheating. Your boss might think you are goofing off. When all in all it is a smile and a pare of bright eyes. We all have to be happy some of the time, or life is not worth living. The stress must be let off. The valve must be opened.

Balance is hard to catch and harder to keep. You can't be too happy or sad or angry or pleased or disappointed. What can you be every day? Well you can show up. That is required it seems. People put a lot of weight in your turning up to work and events.  Is there an emotion that is allowed every day in a hight intercity without one being labeled? I doubt it.

An even keel is the correct approach I think. That is more difficult than it sounds. It reminds me of a story about how important food is when people are stationed at a remote location to moral. A guy who had been stationed at the South Poll for a couple of years running snapped one day after the kitchen and curried everything one night after a hard day's work and he snapped. He "cleared the place". I would snap too. Even the deserts were curried. He was still working in the research facility. This interview was years after the fact. Apparently he was a valued employee and not a crab the rest of the time.

It has been my experience that people are willing to put up with the occasional blip of emotion. It is the constant agony of dealing with someone who does not understand or participate in the intricacies of human interaction beyond words or numbers. You know the people I'm talking about. Those folks who might laugh at all wrong places. Maybe they just don't look at people the right way. Some people interrupt like their momma didn't raise them right. Some say the most inappropriate stuff in mixed company.  The options are endless. I should categorize and find some examples.

Those are the people we love to hate. The occasional explosion is nearly forgivable after dealing with the chick who always acts scared. Or the guy who who likes slapping other guys asses. They have made TV shows about most of these folks. Where do they all come from?