I was just chatting with my sister via text, making a joke about how we look forward to seeing a stray orange cat outside our house sometimes. It’s like a little, meaningless, dumb bonus that we have no real reason to look forward to, but we do nonetheless. Somehow, seeing Orange Cat is very exciting to us, including when he darts away quickly as we pull up in our driveway.
As she put it in a text, “It would be a boring walk to ones car with nothing to look forward to! Will I catch a glimpse of orange cat? I didn’t see him/her last time…will he/she run this time? Or perhaps stay and get to know me? Will he or she be on my car or my brothers? THERE ARE NO LIMITS TO THE WONDERS OF ORANGE CAT.”
We are of course being a little silly about it, but there is a kernel of truth to our enjoyment.
I also remember being a kid in biology class, REALLY looking forward to whenever my teacher would adjust his glasses and say, “eyes up here” and then wave his index finger around. I don’t know why I looked forward to it and got happy whenever he did it… but something about the way he said it and his mannerisms were just so interesting to me.
So, to be clear, I’m not talking about things like looking forward to your favorite TV show, or seeing your boyfriend/girlfriend on the weekends, or looking forward to holidays. I’m talking about truly pointless, mundane things that for some inexplicable reason bring you some level of pleasure or satisfaction.
So let’s here it, do you have any MPSYLFT?