How Tough Are You?
How tough are you?
Are you ever surprised by things that hurt way more than you would have expected?
I like to think I'm pretty tough. I've taken some good punches to the face a few times in my life, and they felt surprisingly uneventful. I wouldn't call them comfortable, but they made sense.
There are certain regions of my back that are just sore — no two ways about it. My neck and shoulders are usually sore, but that's for reasons. Some spots elsewhere are sore, and I'm not sure the reasons. I probably don't exercise enough or something like that. Whatevs.
So I've been punched: face, torso, arms. I used to box with one of my brothers. We got some good hits on each other. It always felt right.
Sometimes, however, when I'm lying in bed on my stomach and the blanket falls a certain way in a certain place, it hurts. It's not excruciating; it just hurts the way a punch to the face should two days later: some kind of sore bruise or something.
But that's just the preface.
There are certain regions in my (figurative) heart that work like my back. Most of it you can punch any angle you like, and it doesn't bother me much. It doesn't bother me at all really. I like a good scuffle. There are certain spots: you touch them ever so lightly in just the right way in just the right spot, and it hurts like a bad leg on a rainy day.
I like to think I'm tough. Hell, I've been surprised at some of the things I've endured with little more than a small chip on my shoulder. (Most of the chips are sarcasm at this point.) But I am also surprised when I see myself trounced by a couple of vague words.
Granted, I get myself worked up mighty quick sometimes. But trounced? I'm still trying to figure it out. The two big things I try to deduce are 1. whence come the words in the first place and 2. how to judo-dodge the words so that they stop pummeling me in my heart.
I don't have a solution, but they often say acknowledging a thing is the first step. Or something like that.
Are you ever surprised by things that hurt way more than you would have expected?
I like to think I'm pretty tough. I've taken some good punches to the face a few times in my life, and they felt surprisingly uneventful. I wouldn't call them comfortable, but they made sense.
There are certain regions of my back that are just sore — no two ways about it. My neck and shoulders are usually sore, but that's for reasons. Some spots elsewhere are sore, and I'm not sure the reasons. I probably don't exercise enough or something like that. Whatevs.
So I've been punched: face, torso, arms. I used to box with one of my brothers. We got some good hits on each other. It always felt right.
Sometimes, however, when I'm lying in bed on my stomach and the blanket falls a certain way in a certain place, it hurts. It's not excruciating; it just hurts the way a punch to the face should two days later: some kind of sore bruise or something.
But that's just the preface.
There are certain regions in my (figurative) heart that work like my back. Most of it you can punch any angle you like, and it doesn't bother me much. It doesn't bother me at all really. I like a good scuffle. There are certain spots: you touch them ever so lightly in just the right way in just the right spot, and it hurts like a bad leg on a rainy day.
I like to think I'm tough. Hell, I've been surprised at some of the things I've endured with little more than a small chip on my shoulder. (Most of the chips are sarcasm at this point.) But I am also surprised when I see myself trounced by a couple of vague words.
Granted, I get myself worked up mighty quick sometimes. But trounced? I'm still trying to figure it out. The two big things I try to deduce are 1. whence come the words in the first place and 2. how to judo-dodge the words so that they stop pummeling me in my heart.
I don't have a solution, but they often say acknowledging a thing is the first step. Or something like that.
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