Tuesday, November 8, 2005...4:59 pm
The Ripple Effect
Ever wonder how things can go from bad to worse so fast? Or why something so small can create trouble big enough to rock your world. (Or how something so infinitesimally insignificant to you can cause someone so much grief.)
Sometimes, we are unfortunate enough, to be the root of the clincher. Say, my mum�s been having a bad day, and I commit the mistake of making it a tiny bit worse than it already is, just enough to nudge her to finally snap. That is a clincher, the last thing that someone needs after a long day of crap.
When a pebble is cast into a basin of water, ripples are formed. (Which is also why it�s no surprise that the ocean currents are so fierce, imagine the world turning with that much water!) The farther away from the source, the bigger the ripples are. Same with a bad day, the first bad thing that happens is met with patience, the next one, a little less patience, the next some patience, if any at all. Generally, towards the end of the day, you�re exhausted, annoyed and sometimes, so completely irate that the smallest disturbance can cause you to either implode or explode. Either way, the worst will come out, unless you�re the type of guy who never loses his cool. (seems unreal to me, though) Woe to the person responsible for the clincher.
Emotional roller coasters, that�s what they are. And they catch you unawares. Before you know it, you�re already in the throes of a full on attack, your sanity threatening to break, and your whole world splashing all around in torrents of horrendous tears.
On a good day, nothing seems to be able to affect me, well, not much anyway. And what little irritations I get, I can deal with and easily forget about. On a bad day, everything is just so very wrong, and I prefer to hide from the rest of the world, mostly because I�m worried about the damage I can do. On days like that, diving is the only thing that could get me to come out of my hole. (or perhaps, a meal invitation..)
I wish I could have good days all the time, but then when I think about it, the bad days really make me appreciate my good days so much more. Sometimes, good days can be created, by making good choices, but then, how many of us are rational enough to not let emotional crap affect our choices, to actually make good ones?
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