It’s a known fact I am a Weather Channel slug. But remember, that slugness is limited to the Local on the 8’s. Sometimes though, I experience Eightus Interruptus. Regularly scheduled programming turns that 8 into a 9 if the Local’s are even aired. In the mean time, I’m forced to watch various shows. One program in particular showcases how people survive in extreme weather conditions. In one episode, the host consulted an environmental psychologist in an attempt to explain a ‘situation’. Apparently, an individual was wounded and lost in the forest. Somehow, he dragged himself to water. En route, there was a field of flowers. This person was so awed by the beauty of the flowers, he changed his perspective from dired straights to being overcome with joy. Consequently, this surge of positive energy enabled him to survive.
Commercial break – The Local’s came ON. Then, the television went … OFF.
To be honest, I didn’t want to watch anymore. Yes, the segmented stories are based on actually events. But, the televised recreation is over-dramatized, to say the least. I don’t do drama. Intentionally. Still, the idea of being ‘awed’ stayed with me. In a very undramatized way.
I have ever been awed in my life. Yeah, I’ve been ‘moved’. I guess. And, I can be quite the emotional freak. However, to be truly ‘awed‘ … . Never happened.
Yet, I’m fine with it.
I guess I should qualify a few things before I continue. When I’m talkin’ A-W-E, I mean it in a positive way. I am disturbed, maybe awed, on a regular basis at what heinous things people do. So, let’s not go there. Also, I never want to be in a situation where I’m wounded in the forest and need to be awed to survive. Yikes!
As far as ‘Life Events’ are concerned – marriage, kids, etc… – been there, done that. To me, these are events that are planned and carefully thought about; usually at great lengths. Consequently, by the time the ‘Event’ happens, I am more relieved it’s done. Then, I am ready to move on.
All things considered, I am more of an aww person. I don’t need to be awed. I’m content with my task orientated fulfillment thing I’s got goin’ down. At 53, I really can’t change who I am either. Quite frankly, I don’t want to. I like Me. Besides, you can’t force a desired reaction; especially one as profound as A-W-E.
Even when that New York Times Number One Bestselling Author day arrives for me, I won’t be awed. Yeah, that shit will be da’ bomb. But, I’ve worked hard to get there. I deserve the success that follows.
I’m not completely flawed, though. I enjoy the Simple Things. Hell, yesterday I found two pennies. Both heads up. It got me through the day, baby. That’s what I need. The grandeur of being awed might be really cool. But, simple, yet random aww can really help you … survive.
