This is a weird thought I’ve had going around my head for a while now, but haven’t had time to write about it until now.
It is about Eeyore, that sweet, sad, solemn donkey from the Winne the Pooh stories by A. A. Milne. As a child reading those books,I was very fond of old Eeyore. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to make him happy. Now I am a grown up I realise that Eeyore is not just a fictional donkey, he is real.
I know a few Eeyores. I’ve known even more. They reside pessimistically in the various circles in which I operate from both work and non-work. I am very fond of all the Eeyores in my life, past and present. I couldn’t live without them. They fulfill a basic function for me. They inadvertently cheer me up. They make me smile. They make me happy. I like the challenge of making them smile (and they do smile when prompted). I think I naturally gravitate to life’s Eeyores. I need at least one in my life. My eldest son can be a bit of an Eeyore and I get a great sense of achievement if I persuade him out of his Eeyoreness. If you ask an Eeyore how he or she is on any particular day, they will always answer with negatives (but secretly they will be pleased you care).
I think I’m a Tigger. Of course everyone (else) needs a Tigger in their life, especially the Eeyores.