(just keep swimming)
I just started one of my favorite movies, Finding Nemo. This movie is guaranteed to lift me out of any funk. Dory, Crush, Marlin, and Gill are part of my official comic relief team. I know that when I call on them, they will rally around me and boost my mood. (You know for a clownfish, he really isn’t that funny.)
Okay, so what’s put me in a funk today?
A very small comment made by a very small person. (Hey. You guys made me ink.)
I was reading message boards this morning about Kris Carr’s TV special, Crazy Sexy Cancer. (You so totally rock, Squirt!) A few people didn’t like the title, but, for the most part, everyone loved it. With one exception. This person wrote ‘All I can say after seeing this show is…some people deserve cancer and everything that goes with it.’
Ouch, that hurt. To think that Kris, or any of us, did something to deserve this disease makes my insides ache. I feel ill. (Hey, no hurling on the shell, dude, ok? Just waxed it.)
What on earth did I do to deserve this?
Admittedly, I’m not a saint and I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’m a Republican, but I can’t think of anything I’ve done to warrant cancer as a punishment. If you added up all of my transgressions, I would like to think that I’d fall somewhere in between indigestion and sinus infection area. (To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie.)
I hate the fact that I’m letting this person’s comment affect me so deeply. It’s not like me to let one thoughtless statement get me down, but I can’t understand how he could watch Kris’ story and feel that she deserved cancer. To add to the confusion is the fact that this person is a cancer survivor. What did he do to deserve it? Does he think he’s innocent, one of the undeserved few?
Alternatively, when I was growing up, my mom would say that getting sick was a ploy to get attention. Could that really be true? Did my subconscious spur the growth of PC because of a need for attention? (Hold my fin, hold my fin!)
I don’t know why I have PC, but I simply can’t accept this rational either. What I can accept is that I was given PC for a reason and I need to find that reason…fast. Until I discover it, I’ll just keep writing and enjoying my life, family and friends. (We’re cheating death now, that’s what we’re doing, and we’re having fun at the same time.)
So the movie just ended, Nemo was found, and all is right with the underwater world again. As Dory and Marlin sang while navigating through the deadly jellyfish, I’ll (just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.)
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