Tragic

Today, one of the most tragic things ever happened to me. My roommate Nathan died.
Just kidding. Wow. Was that even funny? Probably not. Anyways, today something slightly tragic did actually happen to me. Every Tuesday is the production day/night/eternity for the Argosy, the student newspaper at Mount A. I got lucky this semester because I don’t have any classes on Tuesdays so unlike some poor editors who are stuck in the office until god knows when, I can meander in at my leisure, casually throw my section together (literally, before the prod manager and EIC get to it, my section looks like a blind clown put it together), and then leave at a very reasonable hour.
Except for today. I first went in to the office around noon, put stuff together for a couple of hours and actually managed to get most of it done. I decided to take a break and to grab a coffee and study for an hour or so, you know, taking a break from the rigors of student journalism. I ran back to the office (because I forgot about a meeting…) in the rain (it was dramatic…like Baywatch only I was wearing a fleece and I’m Asian), ready to put the final touches on the section.
EXCEPT IT WAS GONE. DISAPPEARED. WHAT KIND OF CRUEL JOKE WAS THIS!? WHO DELETES A SECTION?! It turned out, the tech upgrade we’re doing at the office was just screwing with our servers and computers and freakishly wrote over all my hard work. I figured I had a couple of options at this point:
1/ Cry.
2/ Blame the EIC, threaten to torch the office and then, cry.
3/ Cry harder.
4/ Laugh it off.
What option did I choose? Obviously the first one. And then I realized how I would be mocked incessantly until the cows came home so I decided to go with option four.
At the end of the day, we should all be able to laugh off things that are out of our control. Sure getting angry and frustrated would have been nice, but would it have accomplished anything? Not really. Besides, it’s not like I had anywhere to go anyways. Yeah, that’s right. I would rather hang out at the Argosy office than do homework. There. I said it.
I think that’s one of the reasons I love my apartment. We all tease each other mercilessly and often times, people will come in and be shocked. “How can you be so mean to each other? Don’t you like each other?” But I think the reason we can is because we all have developed the ability to laugh at ourselves. The little insecurities have managed to melt away and the hurtful barbs that used to make me cry myself to sleep at night can now be laughed at.
I’m not sure if this blog post was happy or depressing. There were A LOT of references to crying…but I swear, it was meant to be happy!
OK, anyways…here’s a song that’s appropriate for Sackville since it’s ridiculously warm for some reason.