As children, we love being surprised (think of the game Peek-a-Boo). Yet, we continue this love throughout young adulthood and into old age. Something about being surprised makes us electric, filled with energy, and eager to have more. I think that's why we give gifts, and why we deeply desire a specially selected item (rather than a gift card). Sure, the gift card is more practical, as we can buy whatever it is we actually need, but we want a surprise gift. It's the adult version of Peek-a-Boo.
Surprises come in many forms, such as: happy scares, prize boxes, marriage proposals, grandchildren, new foods, roller coasters, and books. What we find good and great varies by person, of course, but generally speaking they are desirable nice things. On the flip side, bad surprises are typically tragic and horrid and we label those "bad news." Sure, it's semantics, but I rarely hear surprises labelled as anything bad. Maybe it's because words do carry deep meaning for society, and we are loathe to move preferred words into other areas.
I think we never quite lose a baby's fascination with Peek-a-Boo. True surprises are frustratingly rare, and when we find them we adore the experience. I've found myself recommending various activities, solely on the idea that people will be amazed. Sure, I'm a big kid, and I believe everyone should have the joy and fun and excitement derived from great big surprises. Why do we ever stop seeking the experience? Are adults not supposed to have fun? Bah. Let your defenses down and bring back the joys of childhood wonder.
- M
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