This blog is all about finding the magnificent in the everyday; celebrating the moment. Turning things around and finding moments that make you happy.
What happens when things that make you unhappy end up finding you?
I organised a completely different post for today. However, on my way to Costa (my café of choice for endless scribbling), I saw a group of youth coming towards me. When the first person passed, I felt a blow on my head – not painful, but surprising. The others broke in laughter, and were trying to see an expression on my face: anger, surprise, hate, fear, or whatever would satiate their expectations. I gave them nothing, and kept walking.
The phenomenon of ‘happy slapping’ is supposedly a dead fad, however I have saw two different events in the last year: today, being hit with an oversized pillow in the middle of Soho; 7 months ago, when someone screamed in a tube corridor, while his friends were filming the reactions of the unfortunate passers-by.
I am not going to comment about the people who actively scare or hurt others for their own entertainment (check the urban dictionary definition for a more humorous view on them). However, I will talk about the effect their behaviour might have to the unfortunate victim.
When you are already having a bad day, things like that can make it even worse. And I will not hide the fact that for a moment there, it made me feel really low. I was walking, and I could actually feel my eyes well up. A part of me wanted to turn back, and tell them how stupid they are -however this would not solve anything, and could get me hurt-; another part wanted to abandon the whole coffee and writing endeavour, and just go back home. Something mind-numbing will be on TV. I could just settle for that, get the day over, and wake up feeling better tomorrow.
And then I stopped; took a deep breath; and said to myself ‘you are better than that’.
I am sitting in Costa now, and I decided to treat myself to the magnificent mini muffins (if you have not tried them yet, run in your nearest Costa NOW and get them!) and a large Creme Brûlée latte. Sia’s ‘I Go to Sleep‘ is playing, and i am typing away on my iPad. I am writing because I know there are 6000 followers, and just in case this happens to them, they will know they are not alone. I fought the urge to keep everything cheery happy-go-lucky, and be truthful, as I promised on my earlier posts. And most importantly, because even now, after a difficult week, after an unfortunate incident, I know that there are still people and things in my life that can make the everyday a bit more… magnificent.