Surprise, Surprise
Well, I know I never post on this anymore and I know it doesn't really matter because no one reads this, but if someone does happen to stumble across this, please forgive me for the graphic nature of the post that follows.
Disclaimer: The following analogy can only be fully appreciated by someone of the male gender due to critical design differences in plumbing between men and women however this seems to be the best fit, so here goes.
Have you ever been kicked in the nuts?
No, really kicked.
Hard.
Full on, break-neck speed, hard.
So hard you fell to your knees. So hard you could no longer breathe. So hard you thought you just might cry but you couldn't because the pain was so intense. So hard that while hurting it also made you sick to stomach. Not just sick, but actually physically nauseous, like you might vomit at any second.
And it's not the kind of pain that is sharp for a split second and then leaves your body, but the kind that lingers and causes you to walk funny for a while. The kind of pain that makes you say things you normally wouldn't say. The kind of pain that you can remember long after it's happened. The kind of pain that makes you so angry because you really should have seen it coming but you were too busy trying to pretend that it never would. Praying that it never would.
But it did, and now you lie here in shock, in disbelief. Head on the concrete, you watch the world around you spin and try to come to terms with what has just befallen you. As the air returns to your lungs you try to get up and shake it off, but you can't. You can't forget it. You can't get it off your mind because everything you do reminds you of it. When you sit, when you stand, even when you try to walk the limp reminds you with every step you take.
So what do you do?
There are two options: You can sit around and act like the victim or you can get up and walk. Yes, it hurts to walk but you have to. And some people will patronize you and tell you how bad it sucks, but not to worry, "You'll get over it." Others will just laugh, because really what else can you do when something like this happens?
So, really there's only one option: You get up and walk. Try to pretend like nothing ever happened. Bury the hurt deep down so no one can see. Until you're comfortably numb.
And you walk.
Disclaimer: The following analogy can only be fully appreciated by someone of the male gender due to critical design differences in plumbing between men and women however this seems to be the best fit, so here goes.
Have you ever been kicked in the nuts?
No, really kicked.
Hard.
Full on, break-neck speed, hard.
So hard you fell to your knees. So hard you could no longer breathe. So hard you thought you just might cry but you couldn't because the pain was so intense. So hard that while hurting it also made you sick to stomach. Not just sick, but actually physically nauseous, like you might vomit at any second.
And it's not the kind of pain that is sharp for a split second and then leaves your body, but the kind that lingers and causes you to walk funny for a while. The kind of pain that makes you say things you normally wouldn't say. The kind of pain that you can remember long after it's happened. The kind of pain that makes you so angry because you really should have seen it coming but you were too busy trying to pretend that it never would. Praying that it never would.
But it did, and now you lie here in shock, in disbelief. Head on the concrete, you watch the world around you spin and try to come to terms with what has just befallen you. As the air returns to your lungs you try to get up and shake it off, but you can't. You can't forget it. You can't get it off your mind because everything you do reminds you of it. When you sit, when you stand, even when you try to walk the limp reminds you with every step you take.
So what do you do?
There are two options: You can sit around and act like the victim or you can get up and walk. Yes, it hurts to walk but you have to. And some people will patronize you and tell you how bad it sucks, but not to worry, "You'll get over it." Others will just laugh, because really what else can you do when something like this happens?
So, really there's only one option: You get up and walk. Try to pretend like nothing ever happened. Bury the hurt deep down so no one can see. Until you're comfortably numb.
And you walk.
posted by Muse-ack_Man at 10:42 PM
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