Could be worse.

by Nic Olson

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It could be worse. It could always be worse. Famous hopeful words of a natural pessimist. I say it often. I need to say it more. I started out saying that everything was the worst. I’ve since stepped positively towards the light, and now instead of everything being the absolute worst, everything could be worse than where it is now, because it is alright now. Maybe in a few years I’ll actually realize that everything is great, and it couldn’t get better. That’ll be the day. But then there are people I know that have the most awful of times. And when they and I think that it could get no worse, it gets significantly worse. All the while I live the easiest life of anyone in the world, and it is only going up.

Not sure if it is an accepted fact yet, but I have recently figured out: humans exist solely to satisfy themselves. To enjoy themselves. That is the underlying aim of every single human being that has ever drawn a breath. Except a few super humans, who we won’t name. But if you dig deep enough, even them. I am no different. This has been a pretty selfish month of unemployment. I did it because my job was crooked, my friends were coming to visit, and because I wanted to enjoy myself. Which one of these carried the most weight in my decision making process, I don’t even know.

So I’ll take my self-indulgent, hedonistic life it a step further, a month further. I will go to another Habs game this week, and I will fly to Oklahoma in April, hang with a friend, and from there go on tour with the one and only Continuance for the month. Because although things are good now, I know that with these two months of absolute immersion in pleasure, something will hit hard and real and things will get worse.

Because everything could be worse. And it usually gets there pretty quick.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way.” -Dickens