I had the distinct and utter pleasure of working as a team with my wife this weekend to get our upstairs area packed up and ready for the new carpet to be laid that is scheduled for install in a couple weeks. You may find it surprising that I refer to such a task with reference of pleasure of any kind, much less distinct and utter pleasure. Believe me, I was of a similar mind-set prior to beginning the arduous task of packing as if we were moving.
However, it was such a joy to 1) work as a team with my wife. We are disgustingly sweet to each other and work together like a well oiled machine. Our creative energies thrive off of each other, making any task we approach much more stream lined and easier than we ever thought it would be. 2) Get rid of some much unwanted, unused, collecting a bunch of dust, crap. We created a shit ton of space to collect a bunch more crap. :) Just kidding. We already discussed a more mindful approach to living and purchasing. I'm very excited about our clean living, regarding food, purchasing and communication. 3) Stumble upon some letters from our middle school days. OMG!!!! Talk about the gold at the end of the rainbow,... We laughed our asses off at the sheer drama and subject hopping that was laced in those "notes". We were both laughing to the point of tears. What an awesome reward!!!

It got us thinking though, what will the youth of today have to look back upon. Texts are probably laden with similar drama and insecurity, but how will they ever reflect upon those shared ideas between their best friends and boyfriends/girlfriends? Texts are deleted and lost forever. I love the middle schoolers handwriting and line of thought. "hi. how are you? this class sucks! I am so bored and this won't be a long note because you already told me my notes are boring, but I can not stop thinking about you. I am wondering why you are pissed at me. You didn't even talk to me at break. You just walked by like you didn't even see me. Please don't do that to me. If you don't want to be my friend just tell me. I'll call you tonight. Mr. Smith is such a dork. I hate this class. Gotta go! Bye! Van Halen Rocks!!! Pink Floyd!!! Jimi Hendrix JAMS!! LED ZEPPLIN!!! LYLAS, (insert name of best friend at the moment here). PS Johnny asked me for your number so he could give it David. PSS Please stay my best friend or tell me NOW!!!!! I'll write more later. Call me!"
OMG!!! Absolute hilarity!!! I was on my back with tears rolling down into my ears! So you can see how this task of cleaning and packing was so rewarding. We got all that shit done, took a couple car loads of shit to recycle, donate and dumpster. PLUS were rewarded with bursts of laughter at our younger very insecure selves. Distinct and utter pleasure.
It was indeed priceless :).
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