And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Back in the old days, when life was normal, I often had a grumpy bastard filling hidden beneath an occasionally charming shell.
I know, I know…I come across as charming all the time, but that’s just the blog version of me. In the real world, when I have to interact with people face to face, it’s hard to keep my inner grumpster under control.
When I say that more frequent mood swings aren’t a bad thing that’s because life has gotten to be so downright horrible that even the simplest things put me in a good mood.
The return of baseball was like the world’s greatest Christmas present, which I get to unwrap again every night when I sit down to watch the Yankees.
Recent offerings of free pizza and make your own sundae bars at work made me feel like I was the luckiest employee on the planet.
So I guess it’s a good thing to be so overcome by the doom and gloom of the daily grind that the littlest things can have a massive impact on my mood.
I’m glad that’s happening because life doesn’t seem to be getting any better on its own. Sure, I’m willing to give it some time, but I’m almost to the point of calling it and setting the time lock on my basement bunker so the outside world can’t interfere with my happiness for the next year.
The one delay in that is working with the cable company to make sure I can still get reception once I lock the bunker’s impenetrable steel door. After all, I can’t miss the Yankees’ games just because I want to prevent the world from raising my stress levels.
I’m not a fan of water, but I really enjoy it when it is encased in glass and cannot possibly drown me.
I’m an even bigger fan of the beautiful creatures that miraculously manage to exist in an undersea world without drowning. Watching them swim so effortlessly makes me envious, but then I figure they are probably pretty jealous of my ability to walk around with ease on the other side of the glass.
I had an aquarium after college, but it was a lot of work to maintain, and the pet store kept selling me fish with extremely short life spans. So I didn’t have the aquarium for too long.
Truth be told, I much prefer admiring fish that are someone else’s responsibility.
The other morning, I posted the first two pics in this post to social media and shared my excitement about my surprise trip to the aquarium.
The photos earned a ton of likes as well as a bunch of comments from my friends asking me when I, the guy who won’t leave my social distancing bubble of safety, found the time to venture out to an aquarium. Furthermore, they wanted to know where the hell I’d found an aquarium in Maine.
Do your friends ask so many questions as well?
I might have been playing a little prank on my friends, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t happy to pose with those sea creatures.
My trip to the aquarium was actually a visit to one of the rooms at work, where we’d just had one of the audiology booths wrapped in an underwater image to make it look like a giant aquarium.
The under the sea look was meant to help kiddos be less apprehensive about having their hearing tested, but it also had a profound effect on this grumpy adult.
I guess you can say we’ve already gotten our money’s worth! I’m headed back down to the basement bunker. Hope you all enjoy the rest of your weekend…
Do you find that the little things improve your mood since the pandemic hit, or are you solidly locked in to a doom and gloom scenario?