I think we should all be grateful that the most horrible things that take place in our life seem as if they are happening in slow motion…because I’d much rather see a piece of shit coming at me and have time to prepare and hopefully duck so that it gets in my hair, and nowhere near my mouth.
Doesn’t really matter, though, does it? At some point or another in our lives, we are going to be force fed a steaming hot shit sandwich…and we are going to have to munch on it, despite our disgust. By doing so in slow motion, we have time to register the humiliation and unspeakable flavors (corn, mostly) as they march over our tongue and down our gullet. In so doing, we resolve during our slow motion nightmare to never, ever eat shit again.
Naturally, we won’t be spared an alarming variety of experiences with crap. Once we move past our parents and other various family members and hit our teen years, we tend to get served by the other kids around us in high school. How many times have we heard, read, or seen stories that bring us right back to the emotionally raw period that was our adolescence?
I know of very few adults who felt secure and omnipotent during their teens; in fact, for many who had otherwise normal childhoods, their teens are where they experienced their first brush with the people who functioned as skid marks in their lives. I mean, skid marks and experiences in middle and high school have some alarming similarities, if you really think about it. They are embarrassing on a personal level, much like a teenage girl’s bosom that stubbornly refuses to grow is, and once skid marks are discovered by others, such as in the case of a guy who’s pubes are observed by human skid marks in the locker room to remain hairless, can be extremely humiliating and scar him or her in the long term.
Not that our physical development is the only thing that can be mocked during our adolescence. If we lack funds to go to social activities, wear the “right” clothing, or have the latest gadgets, we are often mocked by others. Not all of those others are to be considered pieces to shit, though some who tend to take more joy in tormenting those of lesser means probably are the pieces of shit you hopefully avoided.
Oh, I know it can be argued that all kids mock those who have less, but I don’t buy that. Particularly since I’ve observed many cases where various pieces of crap have remained friends with good people from high school well into adulthood. What I find interesting is that most people form a well-it’s-just-our-buddies- bad-luck thought process when it comes to the chaos that chewy butt nuggets normally cause around them. Then these kind people step in to help the butt nuggets put all the pieces back together, giving of their resources and time, as they have done countless times before.
I’ve sat listening to clients tell me helping these people over and over again is the “Christian” thing to do for their friend in need. Never mind that their “friend in need” has taken their assistance time after time and given nothing in return; never mind that even Jesus Christ himself was tempted to kick some money changer’s asses who kept taking advantage of good people. He settled for throwing some shit around and upturning their tables, but you get my point.
Lest we forget, in return for his services to just, kind people, Jesus had pieces of shit pursue him, eventually putting nails in his hands and feet, and a sword in his side. But this was his choice, one Jesus knowingly made to prevent us from having to go through the same thing. By choosing to keep shit people who take and never give in our lives, we choose to ignore the sacrifice Jesus made by choice on our behalf.
(WARNING: Above excerpt is not edited, so if it sucks balls, it sucks balls…am in the process of editing right now, and haven’t hit this portion yet, but I just liked it so much that I had to post it. As you can see, premise of third book is about ridding yourself of the corn eyed butt snakes in your life, lol)