We’ve all felt it before. Where you elaborately predetermined the outcome of situation A, B, and C and chose the best possible plan of action … only to have a spanner thrown in the works. Sometimes, it isn’t even a spanner – because spanners can be pretty useful at times, it’s usually a HUGE BOULDER SET TO CRUSH YOUR SOUL AND HOPES. It feels like disappointment, but on a higher level. Like someone literally hit you with that boulder.
That’s the thing about humankind. Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot raises the point of mankind’s permanent hope for a better tomorrow by presenting audiences with a bare tree that miraculously grows leaves in the span of a single act. In order to attain that better tomorrow, we tend to plot and scheme our way – we envision ourselves enacting out ideal scenarios. Whether these scenarios entail you dancing in an open field with your beloved, clad in brightly coloured sari / kurtha, Bollywood style but ending up being told you smell like cabbage and being broken up with … or your ideal scenario is hooking yourself up with some delicious oily takeout only to find your mother was suddenly inspired to cook a four course meal: such is life.
It really is our own faults. Why do we set ourselves up with fantastic expectations? Too high standards? Are we blindly optimistic? Or just hoping for a better future? Moral of the story is, we all need to get off our fat, fantasizing bottoms and become twisted cynical folk. So we can be pleasantly surprised when things really do go our way.
Or we can revel in our sadnosity and disappointment at not having things work out, whilst indulging in copious amounts of food by comfort eating…
Either way, happy Easter.
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