By Ruth Limkin
I was going to write about Bernard Tomic, the young sports star who won, and then lost, the hearts of the Australian public in the last week.
It was only six days ago that we were all cheering him as he valiantly competed against Federer in the Australian Open. However, we were rolling our eyes a few days later as he claimed victim status for getting fined while driving his $150,000 sports car.
I was thinking about writing that a little bit of perspective might help Tomic.
I was thinking about writing that it might be a sense of entitlement which was clouding his ability to see how much he had to be grateful for.
I was thinking about writing that his complaints about two, or even three, fines of $300 simply made him look spoilt.
But then, I started thinking about my own behaviour.
Earlier today, after a lovely coffee with friends, we had a number of errands to run. We ticked off the list task by task, and decided to wait and have lunch at the last place we needed to visit. I was planning on buying delicious cakes for some friends and knew we could also get a lovely lunch at that particular shop. Imagine my disappointment when we finally got there, only to discover the store in question had closed down. Not only were my plans for cute cupcakes thwarted, but so were my lunch hopes.
To add some angst to the situation, we ended up at the neighbouring fast food place for lunch. I somewhat grudgingly ordered chicken nuggets, but when I opened the bag, discovered to my horror that they were bright yellow, and not the ‘as-advertised’ golden brown. After taking one suspicious bite, I pronounced them inedible, which was made all the more distressing by the fact that I was undisputedly ‘starving’ by this point. It’s possible my husband saved me from serious malnutrition by offering me half of his soft drink.
In retrospect, I’m glad there were no television cameras to capture my self-pity at that moment in time.
It would surely have been an exercise in making a mountain out of a molehill. Perhaps I would have complained that I was just wanting to get lunch and buy a dessert so I could have fun with my friends. Perhaps I would have pointed out that this had all happened on a Saturday, which was meant to be a fun day. It’s embarrassing even to think about.
And so I’m not going to write about Bernard Tomic, except to say this. I suspect most of us have moments like Tomic, albeit in varying degrees. We’re just fortunate enough to escape national exposure when they happen. That’s worth thinking about – at least for me.