Failure is a funny thing.
I mean that doubly, in that it is actually humorous unless it deals with politics or death (and even then…).
And that it is something that is unpredictable, and unyielding to the wants of any human I trust (anyone that never fails should not be trusted).
In the past weekend I have failed more times than I would like to mention, but have had two notable fails that I’m sure caused people to point at me and say offensive things.
The first was when I tried to crown the new Homecoming queen of Spartanburg High School. Notice I said tried, because I certainly did not succeed. I could not put the crown on the queen’s head for the life of me, and within my attempt it actually fell off, I got her hair tangled in it, and the queen requested that someone else put the crown on. So yeah, it worked out about just as terrible as it could have. In my defense it took three people to finally crown the queen so it turns out that I wasn’t the only incompetent crown placer. The rub of this whole crown placing story is that the whole process of my failure was being televised on the arena’s jumbotron, where I was silently laughing in spite of myself, and the queen… was not.
The second failure that I had involved a hammock and what appeared as a serious case of unathleticism. Honestly, it was quite embarrassing. I set out into campus in attempt to find a forested area suitable to hang up my hammock. The first tree I went to failed, and so I’ll save the explanation of that venture. The second tree I went to showed great promise. I was excited. With child-like fervor I carried out the process of hanging my hammock, then 15 minutes passed and I realized this wasn’t as great of a spot as I initially imagined, but I pushed on. I was in quite a populated area of campus and could feel the smirks of onlookers passing by. I pressed on. And pressed on. And finally, I settled for a janky (for lack of a better word) set up that put my body at more of a 50 degree angle than a laying position. The set up was only half of the failure, the other half was getting into the hammock. I won’t go into this too much because of painful memories, but basically I almost fell on my face and I might have pulled both of my quads.
The point of me going through those failures was that obviously I didn’t want those two events to transpire the way that they did, but they did because failure is life, life is failure. Everything fails, sometimes it’s funny and sometimes it’s not. But I make it a policy of mine to laugh whenever I fail, no matter what the failure is because if something tragic does happen one day when I fail extra hard core, at least I know I would have laughed, and I hope others do the same.
If you can laugh about anything that happens, then nothing can get to you.
Shit happens. Laugh about it.