Crapping it negative

People say it’s easy to be negative, but they’re stupid.

Ha. That’s a funny. Seriously, though, you try being negative, and see how many positive thinkers don’t (rather negatively, it must be said) instantly rain on your parade.

I use negativity as my humor, my shield, my way of defining what’s wrong with things. I’m not actually a pessimist. But more and more lately, there’s just no place for negativity. People are so freakin’ positive all the time that you can’t crack your own sorta joke without somebody pointing out, ‘But that’s so negative.’

Without negativity, no science, no debate. No logical way to pick things apart to find out how they work—or why they don’t. Without negativity, no Seinfeld. No improvement.

I don’t wanna go all yin and yang on ya here, folks, but (and here’s where we go negative) without negativity, no criticism. No criticism, it’s all good. But is it? (You know it’s not.)

And sometimes it is (Yarn 8: knitting, crochet, spinning, felting — it’s all good). But sometimes? Somebody needs to say, “Wow, what a load of crap!”

What’s prompting this? Oh, my almost complete inability to refrain from commenting on things. My lifelong battle with learning to shut up. (Publishing Yarn was a real crash course in shutting up.)

Maybe it’s some recent discussion on Ravelry. It’s hard to make a joke anywhere online without having to winky wink wink or LOL to let people know that’s a joke, son, which I find personally rather frustrating.

Or maybe it’s the fact that there’s a large-ish installation of refrigerators and other discarded white things in a gallery in Adelaide and somebody got paid to come over from Europe to install it here for our viewing pleasure.
I’m going to go look at it this week just to make sure it is what I think it is. I’ll let you know.