My husband and I have been watching the Last Comic Standing (I know. Our lives are pathetic.) and it got me to thinking. Is it a foregone conclusion that all people that have a horrible disease or illness befall them become more enlightened than the rest of us? I was thinking about how I would deal with having MS or cerebral palsy or cancer or take your pick. Would I suddenly be struck with a sudden sense of meaning and understanding of life? I wonder if anyone has done a study on this. What percentage of people that have some disabling illnesses are profoundly optimistic and suddenly become "centered," as it were, and aware of what is truly meaningful?
Somehow I don't think I would go through this metamorphosis. If anything, I would probably become more bitter, cursing a God I don't believe in and wanting my life to end quickly and painlessly. Oh well. Something to think about. By the way, I found the book Tuesdays With Morrie annoying, sappy and never finished it. The profundity spouted by Morrie was trite and would only be considered deep by someone who had never done any self-analysis whatsoever (such as the author, evidently).
PS: I am feeling much better. Finally found the perfect antidepressant combination. I no longer want to pummel my child or fantasize about a semi flattening me. *Kidding*
