An epiphany
The other day I was standing at the open refrigerator looking for some lunch meat or perhaps a bucket of lard, when I thought to myself, “This never happened when I tuned people up”.
In that moment i realized, back in the day when I solved a lot of my interpersonal communication problems with my fists, or a chair, or a baseball bat, or a piece of 3/4″ thinwall conduit, I never overate, never had a weight problem. When someone pissed me off, or acted a fool around me, I would adjust their attitude. An attitude so adjusted rarely needed readustment. Oh, sometimes a little tuneup.
Thankfully I don’t do this anymore. On the other hand, when someone pisses me off, some commenter on some thread perhaps, or some ignorant moron like Alan Hevesi mouths off, I head for the fridge.
Maybe I need to tune someone up. Lose about fifty pounds. Wonder where I should start. Damn, that’s a long list.
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I use rigid conduit.
But I work in a foundry…
I find that after a “tune-up” my fist hurts like heck, and the nitwit is still an A******. So what’s the use?
It’s so much less painful to point and laugh.
But he’s a bleeding asshole. That makes it all worthwhile.
You got some asshole on your shoe, there, Dude.
Yup, I know, Og. It’s from the size twelve enema a gave some hippy in Seattle. He wanted to fight for world peace. I really should hose it down, but it seems to be a nitwit repellant. ;)
sweet. It goes with your eyes.
Oh he’s got a little list, and they never will be missed.
You’re scaring me, Og. I never had a guy tell me that before. Are you trying to pick a fight? I’m warning you- the stuff on my shoe is a deadly weapon.
Not at all.
Frankly, Dude, you’re one of about four people I wouldn’t pick a fight with.
And that’s another thing, OG. You wait until I’m gone to go to Klas. What’s up with that?
I’ve tried to get anyone else to set up a meet. Nobody would. Now that I’m doing it, I’m doing it my way. Want another? Start it up.
You’re overdue to start your own blog ANYWAY.
I’ll send the boys an e-mail. Mebbe we can even get the Machete to show up. We could form a beer possè.
I got so caught up in the comments that I forgot the subject of the post.
*Re-read*
Oh, yes. Punching bags are fun. When I was in martial arts and I wanted to curb some anger, I would put a picture of “so-and-so’s face” on the bag and WAIL on it. Stress relief and a damn good workout.
Now, I just run my mouth and bitch….which doesn’t cut nearly the calories. Hmm…
“You’re overdue to start your own blog ANYWAY.” -OG
Ouch. That’s hurts worse than a piece of conduit. But you are right.
Mmmm. Beer.
Now, me, I likes me a two foot length of anaconda
“I’ve tried to get anyone else to set up a meet. Nobody would. Now that I’m doing it, I’m doing it my way. Want another? Start it up.” -Og
OK. Friday the 14th. Klas. Be there or be square.
Jesus, Og. Sealtite? Why don’t you just grab a piece of heater hose? :)
That damn Sealtite is expensive.
Nah, nathan, you get cutoffs from construction sites.
I always tried to avoid physical “problem solving” when I was youger. But it was inevitable that I was sometimes pushed to it by some bully ’cause I was soft-spoken, etc. Unfortunately for them, they always took that mild-mannered thing to mean I was a punk. And that got quite a few of them beaten like they stole something…by me. It was always a pleasure seeing the looks on their faces, after the fact, and telling them BTW fellas I forgot to mention I’ve been competing in martial arts since I was 11. Bullies suck. Anyway, this posting is funny ’cause I’ve thought recently how nice it would be to give someone deserving a good pimp-slap rather than trying to talk to them. It would be therapeutic. Some jerks don’t deserve a talking to.