I have a devil of a time sketching anything circular at an angle, so I decided that a prompt of “perspective” was the perfect time to practice. I don’t actually drink soda anymore, but I saw this can of Sprite tipped over on a white piece of paper at my office today and I liked how it looked in the light from the window. I had plenty of this stuff when I was a kid, though, as it was what my mother’s prescription for an upset stomach. I’m not sure if it truly works or if just the joy of sipping a can of soda through a bendy straw made me forget whatever was happening. But it always did the trick. I do think all those bubbles as a child made me grow up to enjoy them as an adult. I still prefer Perrier to still water when I can get it, but have left the sugary sodas in the past. That said, I nearly popped open this can after sketching it, just to see what it would taste like. In the end, I decided against it as I’m sure I would find it too sweet and always prefer to imagine things from my youth as wonderfully as I remember them.
It’s true though, that bubbles just make me happy. From the visual of dancing light to the tickle I feel on my nose as I lift the glass. It’s just a fun experience! Granted, there’s the occasional burp, or the attempt to stop said burp from happening when in public. At home, it’s pretty much fair game as the only one who judges me is the dog. Actually, he burps too after eating his food, so he’s a bit of a hypocrite. I’ve never really loved trying to “behave myself” in public so that’s probably why I spend a good deal of time at home. When it comes to these bubbly drinks, I don’t like ice. Ice is an evil bubble murderer. It completely attacks the drink and takes all the fizz away which entirely defeats the purpose of requesting the bubbles in the first place. Even when I drank sodas I would prefer to drink them out of a bottle so they were at their exquisite bubbliest. The point is, well, as ever I’m not sure what my point is, except to say bubbles are really amazing.
Though I’ve never considered myself a “bubbly” person in that sense of the word. That kind of person who seems freakishly cheerful even in the face of the most horrific circumstances. But I am a devout optimist. I truly believe that everything will work out wonderfully, even if whatever happens next isn’t at all what I expected. Oftentimes it’s something much better. This has helped me get through many of life’s little challenges when everything seems to be in doubt. Though crazy times when even a can of Sprite won’t make things better. Sorry, Mom. But no matter what, good things always seem to bubble to the top and replace the bad. So, in the end, I may not always feel perfectly cheery in those moments when things seem to be going from bad to worse. But I can at least say that regardless of the events before me, I always do whatever I can to look at things with a bubbly perspective.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in