Admittedly, I’m not an “Easter guy”.
Even as a kid, I never went in for the colored eggs, the hunt, the elbow-to-elbow battle among my so-called peers that was required to locate a basket full of gaudily-painted treats. It just wasn’t me.
Now if my parents had deposited me into a field strewn with Star Wars figures, comic books and bottles of pop and told me to fight it out with a hundred other rugrats? Well, I would’ve gone full Lord of the Flies and come back with a few dozen baskets and a bunch of child slaves to cart them around for me. But they didn’t. So I couldn’t.
However, as a parent I loved watching my daughter’s face light up as she raced around the house seeking candy treasure and toys. (We tried the group hunt thing but my kid has always been too smart to follow the herd, and as parents we’ve always believed in taking things up a notch. Screw convention.) But now she’s older and we just buy a bunch of chocolate crap and books – the kid loves books – and hand it over.
Easy peasy. The way parenting should be.
This brings us to the obvious question: If The Hook isn’t an “Easter guy” then why is he publishing an Easter post? When Easter’s almost over, no less?
Because I’ve been feeling depressed and down-in-the-dumps today and I needed to write something, anything, or risk a total breakdown. I’m not going to go into details, suffice to say my health issues coupled with the usual self-confidence issues where my writing is concerned have me feeling overwhelmed. Again.
So here we are.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a great life filled with love and a job that’s never boring. My bills are paid. My mortgage is non-existent. But I’m human and as damaged as the next guy. Perhaps moreso. But I’m fighting the good fight so don’t feel too bad for me; you’ve got enough on your plate.
Happy Egg Day, ya filthy animals.
But if you don’t celebrate Egg Day, please disregard this entire post and carry on with your evening.
See you in the lobby, kids…