I’m at an age now where almost all of my friends are having kids. Every time I go on to Facebook or check my email it seems like another child has been brought in to the world. Obviously this is fantastic news for my friends and I am genuinely happy for them. It’s great, the next generation and all that.
But… and I don’t know why this is, but I’m starting to suffer from what I call ‘congratulation fatigue’. It’s a new condition I’ve just discovered/invented whereby the sufferer is constantly subjected to good news and is bound by society to write congratulatory emails (with smiley faces in them) and prepare to send cards and presents.
Ok, it’s not the worst thing in the world to have to congratulate your friends and I really am happy for them but I still have this nagging feeling of, as the french say, “I don’t know what” (thanks to Mantooth for the use of that joke).
Maybe I’m jealous. Maybe I’m utterly lazy and can’t organise my life to send a card. Maybe I’m just a dick. I have no idea. It’s not that I’ve got anything against babies, I was at a friends house over the weekend and we spent all day watching their new baby do whatever it is babies do and that’s great. It really is, the baby is lovely, my friends are lovely and I had a great time.
I think thats the answer, if you get good news from friends through email you can’t help but be a little apart from it. It’s only when you see people face to face that I think you really get a sense of just how awesome good news is. It stops being just a vague notion and you can see the joy on your friends faces.
So maybe, in order to have a genuine reaction, I should stop just emailing congratulations and phone or even go and see my friends. I think that would really be the healthiest thing to do.
I’ll do it tomorrow, or next week. Maybe, the next couple of weeks. Sometime soon, definitely.
HUGE congratulations to: Andrew and Helen, Rachel and Steveo, Adam and Gail, Janet and Malky, Andrew and Fiona, Matthew and family