Blogging Melodrama

I received and read a journal entry of a friend who's day sounded more like a living nightmare than a bad day at work. We've all had these days: "If it don't stop......I'm going to kill something"! or "Mess with me one more time and your dead meat!" or "Stop the world----I want off"! Unfortunately those days seem to go on and on like a dream sequence where we run from danger but somehow the person or thing we're running from gets closer. I don't know about you, but when I had those days, my own weaknesses made me even more angry. I tend to get embarrassed when I cry. When I'm extremely angry it comes out in nervous shaking. Nervous shaking always seems to me as if I'm afraid, and just the opposite is the case. I'm straining so hard on the leash of the animal inside me that my antagonist isn't even aware how close they are to real danger. I'm not alone here, for our society has gotten so volatile that at any time anyone could blow their top, and it amazes me that we don't have more really bad happenings than we do.

There's a joke "Shit runs down hill" (the meaning is self explanatory; it's called gravity ). But stop to think about it. The ordinary person working to survive (which is 95% of the American population) is in the basic slave category; because, the one controlling the money controls our lives. So we are all slaves. Slave to the job of providing for and caring for our own self preservation and preservation of our loved ones. (IE. we kiss a lot of asses for our paychecks). That is not an easy thing to do 365 days a year, and anyone that thinks it is is only fooling themselves.

In order to meet the demands of our days: we all need good peaceful rest (however many uninterrupted hours our body requires, not what someone thinks we should be able to get by on), plenty of liquids (preferably water), proper nutrition (whatever is being touted as safe to eat this week), personal feelings of self-worth and achievement (what do we think of ourself), and a sense of belonging through actions or deeds (love ). Then comes a degree of happiness which will motivate a person to carry on when all else goes haywire. When any one of these things gets thrown off kilter our natural survival instinct takes over. It's called flight or fight by those in the shrink world, and it is also a perfectly natural, valid and most necessary feeling for every human being.

So how do we cope in a world that's gone goofy on us and is doing a damn good imitation of a Twilight Zone episode?

The answer is: The very level best we can.

Remember this: We are all here on this planet experiencing the same things at different times on different levels, but we are all the same scared kids inside fighting the same old nemeses that's been bullying us all our lives. One day we have to face that bully and tell them the truth and if it comes to blows; let them throw the first one..... then wipe up the f'n floor with the S O B!

My father "God rest his soul" taught me well how to deal with these times. I tell you now to repeat this one phrase to yourself; use it often, and it won't do you wrong. "Don't be afraid of anyone, or intimidated by anyone; because, they all shit through hair the same as you do." LOL Now Pop was a little crude, but he got his point across. From that time on I was able to handle the rough days with laughter. I pictured them shitting through long curly hair and busted out laughing. Let me tell you something. When someone is giving me a ration of crap (talk about a pun) and I look right at them and start snickering; then bust out in a full belly laugh, they get a little unnerved. They get quiet and look at me strange, or they, are now the ones coming unglued. Which is quite alright; because, I'm happy.

What do I care anymore; I'm laughing my ass off at the mental picture of a fat juicy turd squeezing through a clump of long curly locks. Now that is a funny mental picture. LOL (Sometimes I even envision different colored hair, but that's a whole different posting.) LOL Yes, it's sick, but I'm the one laughing and laughter heals a hurting soul; it doesn't leave scars when I'm the one laughing.

So friend, try what my dear old Dad taught me the next time you get into one of those times, and add to it a saying of my Irish Mother's, "If someone has to be mad, I'd rather it was them."

God Bless you with laughter.