Hello, and a very happy May Day to you! Did you know that 1st May used to be considered the first day of summer? Yeah. Apparently that’s why the summer solstice (25th June) is known as midsummer, even though we all know that it will still be cold and rainy at that point. Ah well.
Also, this day always makes me think of an episode of Red Dwarf when two of the main characters get marooned and are discussing the distress signal:
Rimmer: I wonder why they call it ‘May Day’.
Rimmer: The distress call. I wonder why it’s May Day…it’s only a bank holiday. Why not Shrove Tuesday or Ascension Sunday?
I digress before I’ve even begun. ANYWAY, one of the slightly surprising side-effects of writing a blog has been my friends’ reactions to it. If I’m being ambiguous about certain situations or what have you (mainly due to respect for others, privacy and suchlike), my friends tend to ask “was that post about such-and-such?” or “were you talking about so-and-so?” Sometimes the answer is yes, but to be honest I’m not sure that it matters. If it’s really important I’ll talk to my friends about it in real life, anyway. We’re supposed to be going to the pub in about five hours, after all. Plus it’s your round.
This is something that lots of people (not just girls, before you think I’m stereotyping) find difficult: accepting a statement at face value and not trying to find hidden meaning. I am terrible for this, so please excuse the blatant hypocrisy. (I’ll make it up to you with biscuits. D’you like chocolate digestives?) I over-think like it’s going out of fashion, so I am constantly asking in wretched tones “but what does that MEAN?”, and trying to determine people’s exact feelings about life, the universe and everything based on sentences as simple as “I’ll see you later”. I’m a lot better than I used to be about this, but I think a lot of us are constantly dissatisfied with transparency and longing to find some obscure meaning in a bit of opacity.
Why do we do that? Is it because we are genuinely convinced that every sentence spoken or written has an ulterior motive, a deeper meaning or a secretive subtext? We do it with everything: text messages from the person we’re enamoured with, oddly formal emails from colleagues, passive-aggressive messages from friends with whom we’ve sort of fallen out. Why can’t we accept things for what they are, and trust that what people say to us is usually what they mean to say?
I’ll tell you why: because we’re British. We hardly ever say what we mean out of a neurotic fear of seeming impolite. This is the nation that can make “sorry” sound like anything from a sincere apology to a vicious death threat, for crying out loud. So I have a challenge for you, lovely people of this United Kingdom: cry God for Harry, England and St. George, and try to be a bit more open with people. If you want to be able to take statements at face value then you have to start with the man (or lady) in the mirror. Michael Jackson would be proper chuffed.
Have the kind of Thursday that would make an excellent movie