The Cloud of Pessimism

I drew and published this in 2012, 7 years ago today.  I like rereading these after so many years. It’s as if I get a lesson about life from myself that I didn’t know I had coming.

The Cloud

Are you under a pessimism cloud?

You know those beautiful days in late fall and early spring when it feels warm and wonderful when you are in the sun but have a cloud come over and all the wintery chill lays over you like a blanket? That is how I feel when I am with certain people.  Pessimists tend to be that cloud.  Some are consciously trying to diminish joy or happiness, but most aren’t. Most are doing nothing more than what they would consider to be normal and even prudent things.  They might be bringing up possible dangers for a course of action.  They might be pointing out the negative characteristics of someone in order to warn you of them.  In their mind, it is helpful to be a pessimist because bad things constantly happen and we should be prepared for it.

But the pessimist usually does not accomplish his or her goal of being safer or happier by being negative.  Whatever their conscious intent and reasons, the effect is to suppress joy and enthusiasm.  That is what they actually accomplish.

If you happen to be with one of those people, you will also suppress your joy and enthusiasm because those are feelings you naturally want to share and you are with someone who can’t or won’t contribute in the sharing.  It’s like being a fun and joyous child who is with a stern parent constantly telling them no.  It’s depressing and debilitating.

The way out, it seems to me, is easy enough in one situation. You have a somewhat casual friend who is this person and you make a pretty simple and easy decision to no longer be their friend. But most situations are not that easy. It might be a closer friend, one who relies on you and you are committed to over many years. It might be a boss or a co-worker you can’t get out from under without risking too much, or it might be a spouse/partner with whom you are hopelessly entangled financially, emotionally, materially and more.

In those harder cases you will only be able to retain your joy and enthusiasm for life by either getting above the cloud, being the brighter, hotter sun that evaporates it, or by finding ways to get out from under the cloud for moments at a time. Whether it is by delving into your creative spirit, moving out into the world and connecting to others in group activities, or by choosing a non-reactive response to the pessimism.

None of those are easy choices, but staying under the cloud is much harder for your soul and will eventually destroy it.


Drawing and commentary © 2019 Marty Coleman | napkindad.com

Quote by Thomas Fuller, 1608-1661, Chaplain to Charles II


Wonderful World

I posted this 10 years ago today and the drawing was from 17 years ago. I drew it twice, one went in my daughter Connie’s lunch, the other in Chelsea’s, for them to take to school.

Nothing has changed in the past decade. The song and the sentiment are both still true. Just look for it all around you.

My favorite line is,

“I see friends shaking hands saying ‘how do you do’ and they’re really saying ‘I love you’.” Ever since I heard this I make a point to think it every time I shake someone’s hand, give them a hug or a pat on the back.

here is a link to Armstrong himself singing it – https://youtu.be/ZqzvqQoxZGE


My wife and I have our song and it is ‘Wonderful World’ as sung by Louis Armstrong. I love driving in the car on a puffy cloud day and having that on. It is filled with simple gratitude for love, beauty, friendship and growth.

Wonderful World

What day passes where we can not find at least one of those things to admire and cherish? Every day, in other words, has ‘wonderful’ in it, if we are paying attention.


Drawing and commentary © 2019 Marty Coleman | napkindad.com

Poor Decisions

This drawing and commentary were from 5 years ago today.  Ironic I choose to republish this drawing about a VERY cold day in 2014 on the warmest day of winter 2019 (so far) 

poor decisions

Teenagers are Dumb, Adults are Dumber

As most of the US knows and feels, it’s been brutal cold all over the eastern 2/3rds of the country.  We are lucky here in Oklahoma, the cold is not nearly as bad as north and east of us. Still, it’s cold enough  (12 degrees this AM) that parents are fighting with their teenage kids about how to dress to go outdoors.  

I went to Wal-Mart yesterday. In cold weather it’s fun to make a game of finding the most inappropriately dressed person.  Yesterday, when it was all of 14 degrees with a strong wind that person was a teenage girl walking out of the store in a simple long sleeve t-shirt and shorts.  Her shoes were Tom’s type slip-on canvas shoes. No socks.  She was the winner UNTIL a second later I spotted her father walking behind her.  He was in a t-shirt and shorts.  It wasn’t hard to figure out where she got her common sense and attitude of preparedness.  Did they make it home ok? Probably so. His poor decision for himself and his daughter (yes, he was responsible for how she dressed) probably did not end poorly.  But would they have made it home ok if they had gotten into a wreck on the icy streets, going off into a culvert and disappearing from the road? Maybe not.  In which case, that poor decision could have ended badly.

Another Sort of Poor Decision

Being underdressed in the cold is dumb, but there are much worse decisions people make. Decisions with HUGE life altering consequences. But even those don’t have to end poorly.  For example, you have unprotected sex with someone and get pregnant, or get them pregnant. That was a poor decision.  But that poor decision doesn’t mean the child’s life is doomed. That life (and your life) can be a great one. Your relationship with the father or mother can be good, even if you don’t stay together.  You can arrange your lifestyle so the child is raised safe and happy.  You can build a life for your family that is positive and good. It might take more work than it would have otherwise, but it can be done.

The Kid at the Bus Stop

If I see someone at the top of a cliff, about to go over, I am going to yell and scream and do whatever I can to stop them.  But if they have already fallen off the cliff and are at the bottom, I am not going to yell and scream. I am not going to tell them they shouldn’t have been so close to the edge.  I am going to help them up, tend to their wounds and help them recover.  Then, and only then, we might have a discussion on how to avoid that cliff in the future.

If you have made poor decisions, resolve to not have them end poorly. If you are a witness to poor decisions others make, do what you can to help them have the end be rich, not poor.

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Drawing by Marty Coleman

Quote by my cool Son-in-Law and father of my granddaughter, Patrick Evans

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When Things Fall Apart

 

I did this drawing and wrote the commentary 5 years ago today. Still one of my favorite quotes. I think the drawing is totally cool too.

Falling apart, falling into place

Falling Apart

Have you ever had every expectation of what your life is going to be destroyed?  I have, twice. It was my injury and burns from a boat explosion the first time and my divorce the second time.  In the scheme of things they weren’t nearly as brutal as truly terrible events; a tsunami, a terrorist attack, genocide, maiming, killing, destruction of your physical world.  Those are cataclysms that it’s hard to recover from.

I remember being in the hospital in September of 1973 and having someone say something about January, 74 coming up. I remember how impossible it was for me to imagine January. It wasn’t just far away in terms of time, it was psychologically far away.  I didn’t believe it would ever come because every day was the same painful day, again and again. The pain was never going to leave and if the pain didn’t leave then time really wasn’t moving forward at all.  January was just another word, like bandage or blood, it wasn’t a moment in the future.  

In it’s own way, less physically painful than the burns, but emotionally much more devastating, my divorce destroyed a lot of what I was expecting from the future.  I hadn’t verbally formulated much of what I expected to happen in the future while I was still married; my ideas were assumptions about how it would go.  But once the divorce was in the works those ideas were obliterated.  I wouldn’t have a 50 wedding anniversary for example. That was tough to take.  I couldn’t allow myself to imagine a new relationship with a new family structure.  

Falling Into Place

What happens next?  Well, if you are the one whose life has been blown up, then what you can do is have an open and brave heart.  That is not an easy thing to do, but it can be done.  Not all at once, but over time, you can take a brave step into the future and see where it leads.  

My experience of the explosion, recovery and my still existing scars ended up being one of the single most important events of my life, changing me into an artist, friend, husband and father I never would have been otherwise.  Everything fell into place in large part because of that event.

My divorce, while unfortunate, led to me dating Linda, marrying her and inheriting a fourth daughter, Caitlin. Both have been blessings beyond what I could have imagined.  Everything fell into place in large part because of that divorce.

Time

Of course, you can’t necessarily explain that this obliteration of life is actually an essential part of future happiness to someone who’s just gone through such a trauma; they really don’t want to hear it since it sounds like just so much patronizing crap.  And it probably is patronizing crap at the time. But it’s also true.  The future can be better than what you allow yourself to imagine.

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Drawing and commentary by Marty Coleman

Quote is a variation on one by Lolly Daskel

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The Worst Vice

This is a napkin drawing and commentary from 9 years ago today. Trump had only appeared on the political scene with some birther tirades at this point, and all the dark natured imbeciles who encouraged him were still seen as fringe whackos instead of main stream talking heads that they are now. So, while I wish I could say things have gotten better, they really haven’t.


This is dedicated to some knuckleheads I had the honor of conversing with first thing this morning. They happened to be of the conspiratorial type, sure that the US is in the grips of a secret communist cabal.

But the danger isn’t really about those people, the danger is with people of any stripes, left, right, up down, Christian, Muslim, atheist, etc. who aren’t paying attention to evidence, proof and history.

They instead are purposely bending the little bits they do know (not much) to match their anger, their prejudices and their self-serving agendas.

Whether it be UFO true believers, anti-Obama birthers, anti-Bush anarchists or any number of groups, the test is whether they are truly interested in finding truth, figuring out solutions (including compromises) or if they are interested in just building on their wobbly prejudices with more true believers.

Drawing and commentary © Marty Coleman

“The worst vice of a fanatic is their sincerity.” – Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900, Irish author and playwright