I was about to craft a cynical post about stupid shit that makes me cranky, my milieu if you will, but then I got some really good news and I just couldn’t work up a good head of hatred and anger.
Not when my friend is HAVING A BABY!!!
I love babies, which may come as a surprise because I like to complain about my kids, but it’s true. I love babies.
I love pregnant moms, I love new moms, I love that whole stage of life for both parents and children.
And this couple? Well, they are going to be the most kick-ass parents ever. The first thing I did (after I called her three times and left rambling messages) was to contact Harmy to see if she had baby stuff to lend.
Bingo! Maybe we can help start this new life without the financial ruin that is baby gear. And I can help Harmy cut the crap at her house.
Anyway, I’m feeling effusive and happy AND I CAN’T WAIT TO HELP!
Seriously, nothing makes me happier than relieving a frustrated parent of a fussy baby (no baby can stay angry with her face shoved into my boobies while I’m swaying, it’s all in the knees), doing dishes, folding laundry and cleaning toilets so an exhausted mom can sleep or take a long, hot shower. It makes me feel so useful.
So in the spirit of this wonderful news, what better day than to post this little video I’ve been working on? It’s pretty self explanatory, but I’ll give you a little background.
Years ago I brought over a plate of cookies to Harmy’s house. These weren’t ordinary cookies, they were Loony’s Spitzbubens, only the most time and labor intensive cookies ever.
He brought me one for Valentine’s day when I was 20 and I still remember how impressed I was that he made it himself. I was miffed that I only got one.
So I showed up and Harmy’s when her husband came barreling out the door screaming my name. He ran at me full speed and I had a plate of cookies in my hand and I’m yelling, “No! Stop! Erik! NO!” and he jumped on me and gave me the biggest hug ever.
Cookies went flying and I’m laughing my ass off and we picked up the cookies and went inside and ate them anyway.
From that moment on, I have always wanted to jump on people. To me, it is happiness embodied. It is unbridled, throw-caution-to-the-wind enthusiasm for another person.
If you are really happy to see someone, jump on them!
Not everyone feels this way, of course. Some people have back issues, knee issues, might be less easy-going about carefully crafted pastries falling onto the sidewalk, etc., so I have suppressed that urge. Until now.
Fortunately I have young pole dancing and Parkour friends that I feel reasonably secure in jumping on. Only Waeli doesn’t like it.
“Why do you keep jumping on me?! I’m smaller than you!” as she stabs me with her keys.
I suppose I have to expect a few people to object.
Making this video made me so happy. And I’m going to keep jumping on my friends. Especially Waeli, because fucking with her is my language of love.
Time to cut the crap.