Five Things For Which Life Is Too Short

I am not entirely sure how this post came about, but probably because I’ve been reading several really good novels, and then the inevitable stinker came along. It wasn’t even inevitable, it was self-induced. I knew it was a stinker when I started it. Bah. Life’s too short, thought I. Especially when life (as I know it) could be a whole lot shorter than I realize.

You never know.

Here’s five things life is most likely too short to do:

Long StoryLife is too short for a long story. Don’t you inwardly cringe when someone says, “It’s a long story but…”. To me, this marks the beginning of an upcoming period in my life where I’m going to be irretrievably bored, and will live precious minutes that I can’t get back, listening to something I’d rather not hear. Unrecoverable time. If the long story is a good one then quite possibly the time spent listening to it could be worthwhile, but ninety-nine-point-seven percent of the time, if someone says this, you’d be better off requesting an induced coma.

spongecupLife is too short to drink cheap wine. This is usually said when that first bottle (the one with the label on it which in no way suggests there is wine inside) is first tapped and allowed to “breathe” before dribbling two ounces into paper-thin, stemmed glassware which could hold a twenty-ounce Frostie with room to spare. The burgundy-colored liquid is swirled and examined for “legs”, the aroma breathed in, before that first teeny nip. The one where the lips are pursed on either side of the glass so as to not soil such a delightful accoutrement with anything one might deign to put on one’s lips. Fast forward two hours. Life is now not too short to drink cheap wine, if that’s all that’s left. The guests are now imbibing the more questionable adult beverage from bottles with labels picturing three-headed cows directly from Spongebob Squarepants cups. This after the unforgivable party foul — that of smashing three or four wine goblets during that little ruckus over by the barbecue pit.

TattoosLife is too short to blend in. After closely examining this phrase, it’s probably true. Those of us who are still keeping score — who has the biggest house, who stays in the better hotels, who has the most expensive car, wins — are probably guilty of blending in. To me, this says, don’t do what everyone else does, do your own thing, be different, do the things that cause Le Eyeroll Magnifique. Who wants it written on their tombstone, “Here lies Mary, She Blended In”. Well, actually, no one has shit like that engraved on their tombstone anymore. A lot of people get cremated and don’t even have a tombstone. And if they do have one, they probably prefer pictures of Angels with Wings.

Stuffed mushroomsLife is too short to stuff a mushroom. Some things aren’t worth doing. How much can you put into a mushroom? Just a little bit, and before you can stuff it you have to core the insides out of all those little fungi. It’s important that they be no larger than what can be popped into one’s mouth in toto, lest you squirt mushroom juice directly onto your neighbor’s Gucci cotton-poplin. Pick a different Hors d’oeuvre. Break out the Cheez-its someone, and spare me from having to poke something into a half-inch opening. I don’t have that much tolerance for boredom.

Valley of the doolsLife is too short to read bad novels. Ah, here it is. The justification for this blog post. Last post, I said I was going to read Valley of the Dolls as an example of what not to do. Got about 15% of the way in (one sitting) and decided: Nope, nah, not gonna do it. To deliberately read a novel that you know is bad is kind of like going to an Adam Sandler movie. You know what you’re getting into, yet you do it anyway. Thinking about those hours of my life that I couldn’t get back after I’d read VOTD, and considering I’d read it once before forty-n years ago and thought it was pretty stupid then, isn’t my idea of an intelligent decision on how to spend time. I’d just done that with Fifty Shades, and that writing was on par with this latest attempted read. So, no thanks, Ms. Susann. RIP, but I’m not reading any of your books. I got what I needed from the first ten pages.

Spongebob Photo credit: origami_potato / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

Tattoo Photo credit: * raymond / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

19 thoughts on “Five Things For Which Life Is Too Short

  1. Yes, I agree with all these things–life is too short for them (well, except switch the bad wine thing to bad beer, since I’m not a wine drinker…) Life is also too short not to laugh at ourselves. Or to worry about it when our kids laugh at us, as mine do every day. 🙂

  2. And here we have another of your gems!! Really loved this one, and agree with all. You could add: Life is too short not to speak your mind (within reason, and being concerned for the safety of your person) – one of the benefits of getting older! See you in 2+ weeks!!

    • Sue, welcome back to the more infrequent blog. Yes, Life is indeed too short not to speak up when speaking up is required. Safety of one’s person being of utmost concern. Hey! Looking forward to the GTE and the first night is Taco Night, right? Viva La Adirondacks!

  3. For one who tells shaggy dog stories, your first no-no really hit home. Ah well, my friends seem to love me anyway… (maybe I should re-thnk that, grin).

    Another great post, Lynn. It has been my experience that ‘plonk’ is often as good as the good stuff, and I was just thinking of quitting reading a book about 30% of the way through. Good story, really bad writing…

    • Sharon, I’ve read a few novels on Stephen King’s Reading List and found them to be really good writing but a lot of the stories (mostly suspense) seemed contrived to me. So, finding a good story plus good writing is really a happy ending for me.

      As for the shaggy dog stories, I’m sure they don’t count! Besides, how long can they be?

      • Thanks for the giving me the benefit of the doubt.

        That is the quest isn’t it? Good writing, good storytelling….

        Though I suppose that is all subjective. My favourite contemporary book is ‘The Eight’ by Katherine Neville, which I have read twice (or perhaps thrice, can’t remember). Published in 1988, I felt it had those two qualities. Now that I’ve written my own books (only one of which I felt good enough to publish) , it might be a good idea to read it again to see if I still felt that way about it.

  4. In my case life is just too long for mushrooms in general. Not a fan. It’s a long story, but….

    And got it – stay away from Valley Of The Dolls or other stuff by Jacqueline Susann. Thanks for the heads up!

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