There are those of us who feel an ordered existence is the key to true happiness.
Others thrive in a chaotic environment. I can only assume people like this are truly happy living in 2019.
Personally, at 49 years of age I’ve had enough chaos to last me a lifetime. That said, my job as a Niagara Falls bellman is all about the unpredictability of life and travelers that drift in and out of my path. One day I’m forced to steer clear of rock stars like Pink in a bid to respect their ill-fated attempts at maintaining a private life, the next I’m feeding the need of someone who thrives on social interaction like O.J. Simpson.
The hotel issues a daily itinerary but I literally never know who or what I’m going to be dealing with from one minute to the next.
And at the end of the day, I have to admit that I prefer it that way. Granted, I entered the hospitality industry with a full head of hair that has since gone the way of the dodo, but what can you do?
Anarchy isn’t so great when it sweeps an entire country like Venezuela (to say the least) but it can help us feel alive when applied in small doses.
The pandemonium of a failed union will ravage your gut with an ulcer if you let it but the bedlam of a hundred and one dalmatians licking your face will have you laughing until you cry. If they don’t grind your bones to dust, that is.
I recently went in search of “Batcave GIFS” for a post about the importance of the concept of a home in our lives and stumbled upon this little nugget of chaos that inspired this post. I wanted to express my disappointment at not being able to turn my basement into a “Hook Cave” (wives, man) but this hidden gem of delicious chaos from my favorite Sixties television program made me forget all that. Instead I was reminded that on a TV production set, and life in general, anything can happen, and that’s a good thing.
Embrace the chaos of your life, within reason of course, and the positive results may shock you.
See you in the lobby, friends, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel…