Posting a bit about my brother made me think more about it. People tend to look at me funny because I am mean to him sometimes. They ask 'how can you be mean to a handicapped kid' He's my brother. If he were 'normal' I'd be ragging on him. I'll occasionally walk by and thump his ear while he is watching tv, or if he is coming around a corner I will jump out and scare the crap out of him. If we took his handicap as seriously as people seem to expect, we'd have mourned ourselves into a grave by now. I prefer to think of him as my brother, not my retarded brother. Certain allowances do have to be made for him, but that doesn't mean he gets off the hook when he is acting like a butthole. Because no matter what is wrong with him, he has days where he is in a bad mood just like anyone else. And he acts like an ass, and does things he knows is wrong, just to be a pain. And on those days, you just have to grab him by the shoulders and say "Mickey, quit being an asshole or I am going to duct tape you to the sofa and beat you to death with a sack of oranges"
Guess this is really not so much about him as it is the fact that laughing is just about the only way to deal with some things. After a while, an ongoing problem can really really drag you down. If you can, just for the briefest moment, take some time to sit back and laugh, you can make it through almost anything. Hell, I laughed at myself at the bar Saturday night. I felt myself getting melancholy because I hate being out dancing without my husband. My cousin had found her ex boyfriend and was sucking face with him, leaving me standing there with my dick in my hand. For just one second I got a mental image of myself, long face, beer in hand, looking everywhere but at them. At that moment, and I just had to laugh at myself. I just kept saying, try not to look so sad. When men in a bar sense loneliness in a woman at a bar, it is like throwing chum into shark infested water. If I hadn't of made myself look at it in a funny way, I'd have ended up crying in my beer, which is actually a little appropriate while listening to sad country songs. So I grinned and made small talk with the person standing next to me. He kept me company, made fun of my cousin with me, and I kept some chick that had been stalking him all night away with my mere presence. At last call he shook my hand and told me thanks. I came out of a potentially tear drenched situation with a smile and the much appreciated knowledge that you can hold a conversation with a man in a bar for over 20 minutes without him attempting to play grabass with you at the end.
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Laugh more, people! I hate to tell you this, but we are all really insignificant in the grand scheme of things. If there is a God, I bet he laughs a lot more than people give Him/Her/It credit for. Who wouldn't laugh, watching all of us down here running around, thinking that we are so very important? Take a minute, assess your situation, find the humor, and laugh. If there is absolutely nothing worth laughing about, come talk to me. I'm always doing something stupid enough to laugh about.
Guess this is really not so much about him as it is the fact that laughing is just about the only way to deal with some things. After a while, an ongoing problem can really really drag you down. If you can, just for the briefest moment, take some time to sit back and laugh, you can make it through almost anything. Hell, I laughed at myself at the bar Saturday night. I felt myself getting melancholy because I hate being out dancing without my husband. My cousin had found her ex boyfriend and was sucking face with him, leaving me standing there with my dick in my hand. For just one second I got a mental image of myself, long face, beer in hand, looking everywhere but at them. At that moment, and I just had to laugh at myself. I just kept saying, try not to look so sad. When men in a bar sense loneliness in a woman at a bar, it is like throwing chum into shark infested water. If I hadn't of made myself look at it in a funny way, I'd have ended up crying in my beer, which is actually a little appropriate while listening to sad country songs. So I grinned and made small talk with the person standing next to me. He kept me company, made fun of my cousin with me, and I kept some chick that had been stalking him all night away with my mere presence. At last call he shook my hand and told me thanks. I came out of a potentially tear drenched situation with a smile and the much appreciated knowledge that you can hold a conversation with a man in a bar for over 20 minutes without him attempting to play grabass with you at the end.
(end pointless story)
Laugh more, people! I hate to tell you this, but we are all really insignificant in the grand scheme of things. If there is a God, I bet he laughs a lot more than people give Him/Her/It credit for. Who wouldn't laugh, watching all of us down here running around, thinking that we are so very important? Take a minute, assess your situation, find the humor, and laugh. If there is absolutely nothing worth laughing about, come talk to me. I'm always doing something stupid enough to laugh about.
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attn_ho:
you called the thread being closed at 7 minutes, when in fact, it was 27. but still, good show. giggle!
necia:
So, Operation Thread Derail was overwhelmingly successful, it would seem? 