Several years ago, I was listening to Writer's Almanac in the car when they presented a poem by Wendy Cope. I loved it. A long time later, I e-mailed it to some friends, and was really, really, really shocked to find that some of them didn't like it at all.
Make your own decision:
Being Boring 'May you live in interesting times.' Chinese curse
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion - I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for, If you don't need to find a new lover? You drink and you listen and drink a bit more And you take the next day to recover. Someone to stay home with was all my desire And, now that I've found a safe mooring, I've just one ambition in life: I aspire To go on and on being boring.
Once I realized this poem didn't resonate with everyone--not even necessarily with people I love dearly-- I tried to figure out why I loved it so much.
The easy answer (which I've tried to type a couple times, so it's obviously not all that easy) is that my parents' relationship was uber-dysfunctional, and I try to avoid drama in response.
The more honest answer is that I've done a lot of work to figure out how to break the cycle of crazy. And, for the most part, I have.
After growing up in Dysfunction Junction, I thought I wouldn't get married. Then I met Andrew, and I slowly realized that things could be different--really different. Andrew is the main reason I believe in reincarnation; I'm pretty sure we knew each other before this go-round.
I'm thinking about all this today because it is my birthday. It's the one day a year that is uniquely mine. What is the very best way I can imagine spending this day?
Today I went to work. I went to lunch with a friend. When I get home, I want to take a walk, eat my favorite meal*, and knit on the couch while we watch something funny.
A happier cabbage you never did see.
*chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter, a banana, veggie sausage links, and either milk or iced coffee