Every now and then a scene from the movie Royal Tennenbaums, bubbles up in my thoughts and I laugh. In the movie, Ben Stiller is hyper-vigilant for disaster. Ben plays the character Chas and he has two little boys. Chas has his boys practice timed fire drills in the house. Fire alarms blaring in the background, Chas yells at the boys to go, go go! Once they safely exit the house, Chas clicks on his stop-watch to see if he and his boys will survive or be burned to a crisp.
I can relate to Chas’s character. I, too, have been known to awfulize. Perhaps my vigilance for disaster began in childhood. I had a vivid imagination and once believed I saw the outline of a bear in the darkened hallway of our house. It turned out to be a pile of rugs.
Then, when I was seventeen disaster did hit — my Father collapsed in the house and died from a massive heart attack.
But what’s over is over. All I’ve got is today. Why not have faith that there is a reason for the way things happen?
Being crisis-oriented is horrible. It robs life of joy, detracts from living in the moment.
Oddly, my worries took on a deja-vu turn a few years ago. My husband collapsed in the kitchen and at first I thought it was a repeat of what I experienced with my Father. But it was not a heart attack. He’d been broiling Leeks Au Gratin and bubbling cheese dribbled down the rubber mitts he wore, burning his wrist.
The doctor in the Emergency Room lightened things up about the Leeks disaster, joked about wine pairings.
My husband still makes Leeks Au Gratin. I just look the other way.
2 thoughts on “This is So Serious”
My husband called awfulizing, gunnysacking. I was guilty of it when I finally had enough and exploded loading the grievance with years of accumulated injustices. Nice writing. I look forward to more. Betsy
Gunnysacking. Never heard that used as a synonym for awfulizing, but I can see where it would work. If one is acting co-dependent and looking for disasters one is basically trapped inside a sack resisting one’s own reality. What an image!