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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Curveball.

Sometimes life gets so routine and mundane and monotonous that we start making big deals out of the smaller details of the day. What used to be kisses or fist fights (I'm only acquainted with the latter) is now 20 word conversations with a crush and sideways glares. The highlights of our week become infinitely less vivid, but they continues to give us things to think and get excited about.

Then it happens.

The curveball comes, and we are forced to swing. Now I'm not really into the whole baseball analogy, or sports in general, but thats really what I imagine it must feel like when one gets used to hitting fast and slow, high and low, but then theres this freaky spinning curveball that makes you stop for a minute and think (possibly aloud as I recently did in the middle of a shopping trip with my parents) "What the....?!?" 

The curveball. The big moment where something feasible but unexpected occurs and you're left staring at a blank screen, face, or situation unsure how to proceed. Now this curveball could be exciting and wonderful- a welcome change or adventure... or it could be miserable and uncomfortable. It could be completely ambiguous. But no matter what the main emotion of that curveball is, I think that we all feel an instance of happiness. Just a millisecond of our mind thanking a higher power or the situation itself that things are changing. Because life is boring without that.

People feed on drama. Why else would people be addicted to Grey's Anatomy? People love to feel emotion, I believe. I usually try not to subscribe to this, but every time I try... I realize that I do more than almost anyone. Mostly because of my choice to major in Social Work. But this isn't to say I can't sit back and remain happily uninvolved in "Jessica just broke up with her bf Derrik omg can u believe her?!" type situations. 

But when it's my own life....? I'm still standing on the metaphorical plate wondering what the heck this curveball is. And why the heck it's coming towards me at the speed of an email. 

http://boojum.as.arizona.edu/~jill/NS102_2006/Lectures/Lecture12/curveball.gif

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