When you’re a kid, it seems like every new experience and every fulfillment of a wish — no matter how simple — is a cause worth celebrating wildly, loudly, and out-of-handedly. Your mom lets you get some gum at the gas station even though she normally doesn’t? Completely happy meltdown IN the gas station, where you end up on the floor and your mom has to apologize to the gas station attendant with her eyes and hand motions. Your friend’s day hang-out turns into a sleepover after a lot of pleading? Completely happy meltdown, as if your friend was slated to die that night and now you have one more whole night to spend with them. WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE! We all truly appreciated the little things, because the little things were all our dumb brains could comprehend. Now if our iPad 3s don’t work fast enough loading up all of our new Angry Birds characters (?) our lives are completely ruined. Where did we go wrong? How can we get that easy happiness back? I have no idea, but this young sports fan may know the answer.
BOOM! Self-poke in the eye? Doesn’t even matter. You know why? Because life is good and our team is winning, probably, and we might even get to eat a hotdog later. That’s why. (Thanks for the tip, Werttrew!)