[expression; ~ Pronunciation: /trahy-as/ /kahr-nuh-vuhly-tas/]
- Definition: I am not sure (I invented this last night when thinking of what to write about – the loud carnaval music playing in the recently built youth centre/party house across the street might have something to do with it). I think I mean it as a way of saying all bad things come in threefold, especially regarding Carnaval. Yes, that’s it. Now onto some more music:
“Everything being a constant carnival, there isn’t a carnival left” – Victor Hugo
When trying to figure out who you are in life and where to go from here, it’s also important to stop and think about who you are NOT, as well as where you DON’T wish to go. It’s like a multiple choice question you don’t know the answer to: instead of just picking an answer (and if you do, always choose the longest one – it’s usually correct), think about which answers are definitely NOT right.
I have decided to dedicate this Tuesday Dictionary-post to Carnaval, something which I very strongly feel is never going to be a part of my life. Me and Carnaval are not a good match, we will never get along, and the thought of not having to push myself to like it gives me an enormous sense of relief.
Apparently “carnivale” (or something like it) was already celebrated during Roman times, and of course there is the famous “trias politicas”-word construction, so I thought: why not make a funny carnaval-one as well?
Also, I’d like to point out that even if I myself find this annual four-day booze fest anything but appealing, I don’t condemn those who greatly enjoy it. In fact, I want to say how sorry I truly feel for all those who saw their local parade cancelled due to strong winds and heavy rain, and I feel even worse for the children partaking in the children’s parades today during this rainstorm (althooouuugh… it does make me wonder why they’ll let the kids run around in the rain but cancel their own grown-up parades… Hmm).
Anyway, back to the Trias Carnavalitas, the three reasons why carnaval is a bad thing, the three reasons why I can happily cross this off my list of What Makes Me Me.
- The music. Not only is it awful, they also like to play it at maximum volume. The melodies are dreadful, the lyrics even more. It’s all very painful to the ears, really. If you wonder what I mean, take a look at the Earworm Of The Week of last Sunday’s Summary. That’s right, scared you didn’t it!?
- The people. Not a big fan of crowds myself, carnaval people make me even more uncomfortable, for all they want is beer and attention. Imagine a drunk person chatting you up all evening. Not a great image, is it? Now imagine a whole group of weirdly dressed up drunk people chatting you up all evening. How do you feel now?
Thank you but no thank you, I think I’ll just stay hidden under my rock again this year:
- The unfairness. It’s always the same people who win the prize for best costume or best wagon in the parade (I am only speaking about my own home-town at this point. I don’t venture out to see how it goes in other places – although I suspect it’s the same everywhere).
Last Sunday I went to see our local parade with my parents, and my eldest sister and her family. We thought her kids might like it.
There were a few wagons and a lot of people dressed up partaking in the parade, and I noticed (more than once!) how the children standing to our left (one was about the same age as my nephew) kept receiving handfuls of candy and toys from the parade-folks. If me and my sister hadn’t ASKED for some for D and J, the people handing it out would have walked right by us without so much as glancing into our direction. Also, even with asking, we received far less than they gave the others. So unfair! At least my niece and nephew are too young to realise what happened.
It’s a clique. They’re basically making a statement, saying: Carnaval is not for everyone.
All I can reply to that is: thank goodness it isn’t!
That’s my Trias Carnivalitas, right there. The three evil points why I loathe this annual festival. And the fact I dislike it so much gives me clearer insight as to who I am as a person.
What do you like and/or dislike that makes you you?