Famine Or Flood
Mar. 2nd, 2009 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanAs so often happens with me, I don't post for days on end, then you get three within hours of each other...
This one's because I've been reading the Sydney Morning Herald online while waiting for various cooking stuff to happen.
An interesting article on rearing the modern male ( I've fixed the link!)
Where do we stand on boys/men who cry... & what's acceptable for us to cry about?
Myself, I only seem to tear up when I'm completely emotionally overwhelmed & I find that words aren't doing their job conveying just how f@cked up I am/the situation is. I suffer from what Van Morrison calls 'Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart' (great phrase, I just can't stand him!!) & my gifts of gab & vocab desert me when discussing or conveying those ineffable feelings which rend from the inside, leaving me not only hurt/confused/lost but also frustrated at my inability to communicate effectively ~ something I normally pride myself on.
By contrast, I haven't cried from physical pain in living memory... & I can remember back to about the age of 4. I remember yelling in pain & surprise when I burnt my hand on a hot iron, but I don't remember crying... nor when I fell off a bike onto the sharp edge of a steel toolbox ~ being about ten or eleven by then, I'm pretty sure all I did was use every schoolboy swearword I knew. But one of the memories which popped up thinking about this is how embarrassed I was when a supposed 'tough guy' friend fell seven feet from a tree whilst trying to reach a roof, paused for a couple of seconds, then burst into tears & wailed incommunicably 'til we reached his home, whereupon his mother told me to go home & he was ushered inside. Funnily enough, the incident was never mentioned again ~ the male code of honour being genetically imprin... oops!!
Back to preparing dinner for me... Over to you... anybody...??
This one's because I've been reading the Sydney Morning Herald online while waiting for various cooking stuff to happen.
An interesting article on rearing the modern male ( I've fixed the link!)
Where do we stand on boys/men who cry... & what's acceptable for us to cry about?
Myself, I only seem to tear up when I'm completely emotionally overwhelmed & I find that words aren't doing their job conveying just how f@cked up I am/the situation is. I suffer from what Van Morrison calls 'Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart' (great phrase, I just can't stand him!!) & my gifts of gab & vocab desert me when discussing or conveying those ineffable feelings which rend from the inside, leaving me not only hurt/confused/lost but also frustrated at my inability to communicate effectively ~ something I normally pride myself on.
By contrast, I haven't cried from physical pain in living memory... & I can remember back to about the age of 4. I remember yelling in pain & surprise when I burnt my hand on a hot iron, but I don't remember crying... nor when I fell off a bike onto the sharp edge of a steel toolbox ~ being about ten or eleven by then, I'm pretty sure all I did was use every schoolboy swearword I knew. But one of the memories which popped up thinking about this is how embarrassed I was when a supposed 'tough guy' friend fell seven feet from a tree whilst trying to reach a roof, paused for a couple of seconds, then burst into tears & wailed incommunicably 'til we reached his home, whereupon his mother told me to go home & he was ushered inside. Funnily enough, the incident was never mentioned again ~ the male code of honour being genetically imprin... oops!!
Back to preparing dinner for me... Over to you... anybody...??
Prozac for the Soul
Date: 2009-03-09 05:49 am (UTC)They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
Re: Prozac for the Soul
Date: 2009-03-10 06:15 am (UTC)From someone I know who likes Monty Python. Yep... that narrows it down!