Groundhog Day

If you haven’t seen the movie then you cannot say you have lived. It was one of the must see, lazy Sunday afternoon quirk movies that people will quote at you in various social interactions and, if you don’t know the quote, then you got yourself a case of “social fail”. And nobody wants a social fail, nor have someone say to you “Social fail”; there is nothing more irritating than someone who insists on using “fail” at the end of everything. You fall over: walking fail. You fart in public: body fail. Someone has to teach me how it became so main stream in such a short amount of time and how we, even the educated ones, seem to have made it a part of our regular vocab. So not only is our generation getting lazy with our English, we are now turning to making up new phrases that have very little meaning and annoy everyone. Aren’t we great? At the end of the day I guess I can handle “...fail” than the abbreviations. You know the ones – for example “laugh out loud” is “LOL” in text and computer speak. I, being someone relatively normal, use those is my social media communication (Facebook, twitter, text messaging) as a means of saying something without taking too time up or space (text messages do cost money!). I cannot identify why a normal, functioning human being with the ability to speak and form sentences feels the need to spell the letters out, “L-O-L”, instead of actually laughing, or giggling, or simply saying how funny something is. You turn a person who is mildly intelligent into sounding like a complete moron. I hope to God this is not a sign of things to come.

Anyway, Groundhog Day. I feel like lately there is an overriding sense of nostalgia about everything I do. I feel I have the same conversations with the same people, the same empty looks in the mirror when checking my weight loss progress, the same outfits reoccurring day in and day out. If I could every day I would buy something new and wear it for just one day. Then, if I didn’t love it, I would throw it in the bin. And the process would start again the next day. I guess all I would ever need in life is pyjamas and something to wear to the shops and back. I hate repeating outfits. The worst case of Ground hog day came last Saturday; I went to the MCG and was watching Hawthorn versus Geelong. I am a Hawthorn witch, my favourite player (my “man” as the BF calls him) is Breust, the new youngster who comes out at mid third quarter to kick a few late goals to help bring the win in. I get very excited when they are playing and love it, like every other fan, when they get a win. However, I have the most intense hatred for Geelong. I despise them with such great intensity that I can get quite irrationally angry at Geelong supporters. Paul Chapman’s vow to never let Hawthorn beat them again, made after the 2008 Grand Final, amuses beyond no end; in Chapman’s defiant proclamation of revenge, he has shown he is quite scared of the Hawks, knowing that without this vow he is danger of losing to them again.

So with this in mind, I sat watching the game, in the right hand bay of the member’s lower deck, hoping that the Hawks will thump Geelong. That was third time, in the space of a year, that I had sat in the member’s lower deck, hoping the Hawks would thump Geelong. And, for the third time in the space of a year, Hawks put on a show early; they rose up to the challenge and then, in the final quarter, didn’t kick any goals and lost. I walked away with not only a headache but a great sense of fear; is this going to keep happening for the rest of my life? Am I going to keep watching the same thing keep happening over and over again? I hope, one day, I can at least be a full voting MCC member and be sitting out front of the Frank Grey Smith to watch them get beaten. That will be a change.