There are a few moments in life that you always want to forget.
Unfortunately, no pictures of those moments remain. No one jumps up and screams, “Hold it – hold it… yeah. You’re a dumb fuck.”
Making a complete and total idiot out of yourself takes skill – a level of panache, wit, and self-righteous demand. Don’t get me wrong – these people are qualified. It does not serve itself well, of course, but in the end you receive a memory-box with a pink ribbon and a “YOU ARE A FUCKTARD” card. Just gorgeous.
No one enjoys those moments. Rightly so. Having ten faces and 20 seconds of Awkward Silence serve itself around the dinner table provides as much love as beer.
And no one anticipates those moments. Snapshots in time – one down, one to go. Features that characterise the hastening blood rushing to the head, the sweat on the palms, the “OMG LET ME DIE” anticipation are all too quick to remain in our stories.
We’ve all had these classic moments – maybe a question in a lecture, approaching your boss or attempting to make that ever-so-elusive last comment in a conversation about ugliness. Where someone in the crowd stares on. Blankly. And then a smile surfaces. A shake of the head. And quiet words under a folded breath envelope the scene – “I fucking love life.”
I am that person. And this blog is about those moments that make me want to get up in the morning. Because, yeah, I fucking love life.
And photos will just be awkward.
