Over at Shooting Suburbia we have part 4 of Newington's Annual Waterfall Festival. Over here, we have a post of consisting of random nouns, verbs, adverbs, adjectives and every other single part of speech that you can think of that often makes it to a blog post but never to a properly written story.
Please fasten your safety belts.
A little explanation is order as to why I gave such a truncated title to this post.
Quite often I go about my day-to-day activities in a relative state of abnormalcy. I try to roll with whatever happens to be thrown my way and for the most part I wind up acting like my usual abnormal self. However, there are times where the events of the week, be it at home or at work or a combination of the two, finally catches up with me.
When it does, I usually pause in whatever I'm doing, let rip a ginormously aggravated sigh, and utter with absolutely no inflection whatsoever, the word, "yay".
Now, I first picked up on the word "yay" back when I used to have a social life (in other words, single) when an ex-friend of mine would describe an empty net goal in hockey as a "yayer". He explained to me that a "yayer" was simply a goal that added insult to injury to the losing team (I think, gotta remember that I'm going back to the early 80's, which is when I was single).
Fast forward a couple of decades and I started using a shortened version of the word to describe the inanities of a particular moment of time when all the shit that was associated with said inanities being dumped on me finally became too much to deal with.
Thus, the word "yay" can aptly describe how my week went. How was my week? There were only two hightlights to my week and neither of them directly involved me.
Highlight number one was this post.
Highlight number two was the announcement by a good friend of this fantastic event.
The rest of the week was essentially one very long, very big and very juicy "yay". From dealing with stupid co-workers (not my immediate co-workers, of which I would run through a brick wall for) to dealing with a cantankerous car that I must eventually invest about $700 worth of emissions work so that I can have a permanent two year registration instead of the two month extension I'm currently saddled with (in Connecticut, in order to have your car properly registered, it must pass emissions) to dealing with submoronic numbnuts that I come across in the real world that make me want to sucker punch them into oblivion.
Ya know, it ain't easy staying on an even keel throughout the week. Sometimes, you just need to run around the yard flailing your arms and go off on a trip to everywhere in your tiny little mind. Have you been to everywhere in your mind? Come join me on my trip, 'cause ya know, I've been everywhere man.