Teaching reporters to be positive? Good luck
SO I recently returned from a midweek training course in Rockhampton. The theme of the course was positivity.
Retraining your brain to become a more positive person.
Among the sentiments echoed throughout the two-day ordeal, we learnt game-changing things like the fact that we all have to die... didn't see that coming!
That endorphins aren't chemicals released by your brain as I previously thought, but apparently they are actually blood cells (highly questionable science).
And as later discovered, the two different presenters both had identical stories about their body-boarding experience at the beach whilst 'in the flow' (the first group was given the same speech two days before us).
Call me cynical, but that revelation led me to question the truth in everything we were being fed during the course.
I felt sorry for the presenter, don't get me wrong.
Presenting a positivity course to a bunch of journos - it's like pushing the proverbial poop up a hill.
Cynicism, pessimism and questioning the legitimacy of things are second nature to us.
This poor fella stood up there trying to convince us all that sarcasm was bad and we should stop being sarcastic.
He would've had more luck convincing me Mel Gibson enjoyed attending bar mitzvahs.
Don't get me wrong, there was some merit in what he was saying.
Drinking in excess is probably a poor way to deal with stuff going on in your life, but it certainly feels like it helps at the time.
Throwing paper aeroplanes around a room was an interesting activity. It was fun when I was eight, but had definitely lost its appeal a little some 16 years later.
It was always going to be tough for me. I consider myself a fairly happy-go-lucky kinda cat, who doesn't take life too seriously, hence I find I'm generally pretty positive.
Sure I may get to that positive stage through the use of sarcasm, pessimism, annoying behaviour and general scepticism, but hey, whatever works.
As I learnt this week, we don't actually have to do anything except die so what's it really matter anyway?
Stay golden compadres, life's all about taking the piss!