Have you seen the price of a can of tuna these days?
I don’t know what it is about the wonderful can of tuna but it seems to drive my mum and little sister into delirium. I couldn’t even tell you how much a can of tuna is, I couldn’t even guess, in fact I would be the worse possible contestant on The Price is Right because I just don’t care about the price of a can of tuna. It could be £5.00 it could be 50p I don’t have a Scooby-Dooby-Doo! But what I do know is no matter how much I complain about it, the price will not change. I either pay the price for the can or decide to have tuna paste on my sandwich instead.
Have you seen the price of a jar of tuna paste these days?
I love my Mum and little sister to bits but sometimes I wish I could just slap them across the face with a happy stick. Just introducing that sentence into a conversation changes the whole experience. What should be a joyful experience turns into a depressive experience. If I try to tell them that it really doesn’t matter – whilst also pointing out that the sentence is just going to descend the conversation into a moaning war – they will think I am being rude, conceited and aloof. If I go along with the conversation then I am in the middle of a moaning war and at the end of it I feel slightly depressed.
I hear these conversations all of the time and they drive me mad! At Christmas my Nan came over the house. She sat next to me and I gave her a great big hug and a kiss. I asked her what she got for Christmas and this is what she said.
Your cousin Martin got me this great huge hamper full of food…
I remember thinking, “why didn’t I think of that?” It seemed such a great present for a house-ridden old lady who loves to eat. She continued…
Your cousin Martin got me this great huge hamper full of food…nobody in his or her right mind would eat! Pickled eggs? Pickled eggs? Who on earth eats pickled eggs? Marmalade! Horrible strips of orange rind…who on earth eats marmalade?
I was so glad that I bought her vouchers so she could buy her own food! Seriously, every time I go around to see my Nan and ask her how life is she tells me how crap it is. I get to hear about all of my family members problems and I don’t even know half of the people she is talking about. I never, ever hear anything positive about anyone or anything. From one mother complaining about pickled eggs to another complaining about the price of a can of tuna. The plague of negative thinking is highly contagious especially in family circles!
These conversations, as harmless as people may think they are, drag me down. They make me feel miserable and I don’t want to feel miserable. I realise how difficult it is to battle with the Chatterbox in your mind. He is a tough son of a bitch. I reckon I am getting the upper hand lately and so I don’t want to feed him anymore-negative energy. So for the time being no more pickled eggs and cans of tuna for me, which means avoiding conversations with my family, which means avoiding my family…can you see the problem here?
We all need to be more responsible. We need to raise awareness of how powerful our spoken word is and the influence it has on our children. We need to start raising the next batch of positive thinkers. Kids who couldn’t give a damn about the price of tuna and are paying pub landlords £1.00 per time to eat their pickled eggs!
But marmalade? Come on… who on earth invented that crap!
Is there anyone you know and love who winds you up with his or her negative talk?
You do not need to be Albert Einstein to work out that my family gave me the inspiration to write this. It is important to stress that I also complain and give in to the little negative Chatterbox ruling my mind, but I am trying so hard to change. My sister rang the house the other day and nobody was in. I asked her what she wanted and she said she just wanted to moan to my Mum. Does my Mum really want to listen to my sister complain about her life? I doubt it very much. If she did pay lip service to her how would the rest of her day go after the conversation ends? We all need to realise the power of speech. We all need to try and be a little bit more positive the results would amaze you.
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