For someone who writes a weekly post called I Hate Monday – and for the record, I have nothing at all against Mondays – it’s rather ironic that I hate hate. This is no sudden or recent realization; I’ve been this way for some time. I simply appropriated a common phrase (“I hate Monday”) as the label under which I would excoriate things unworthy of praise and admiration. But no more. Oh sure, there are definitely plenty of things still worth hating: cancer, war, people who go on random killing sprees, left-lane slowpokes, people who don’t know what an apostrophe is for or who don’t know the difference between its and it’s, and there, they’re, and their. And so on. But the world as a whole – and the Internet in particular – is already chock full o’ hatred, venom, pure evil, vicious sarcasm, and ordinary run-of-the-mill negativity of every possible description. There’s no need for me to add to the mix. There are plenty of people in whose more than capable hands I can leave the unending task of criticizing everything under the sun.
Next week: the first installment of I Love Monday.
Comments
Yeah, but isn’t the negative always funnier and/or more interesting than the positive? To me, one of the main elements of modern humor is expressions of frustration and exasperation (according to a film, “When Jews Were Funny”, this can be largely attributed to Jewish comedians over the last 100 years – but that has nothing to do with my point, I don’t think). Anyway, as I type, I think the real reason I even bothered to do so is I’m just in the mood to confront and argue. But that’s because I think that confrontation and argument are frustration and exasperation’s double cousins. Thoughts?