If life is about "not waiting for the storms to pass,it's about learning how to dance in the rain" then why am I the only one who is always all wet. I don't know and I have reached the point where I just don't care. I have spent a lifetime trying to figure out how to deal with stress and it's pitfalls, yes I have read all the selfhelp books, been to all the seminars and done all the meditation I'm ever going to do.
I have found the answers that all have searched for, for eons and eons people have have searched for the answer to coping with stress. Generations have come and gone and many a life has been cut short by the dreaded demon," STRESS"
Cavemen used a club to handle stress and marrige disputes, a temporary fix at best. Sure it quieted the little woman for a while and let out some primal aggressions but the long term effects on women, some might argue that the effects have had longer lasting conciquences, where brain damage and in some overzelous cases exwifes were invented.
Then the iron age came to fuition and men with shorter skirts then that are allowed on most public transportation today, gathered on hills with all the weapons they could muster and charged each other, snorting and screaming things that only make sense to humpback whales and a small group of wild african dogs.
This did wonders for the male tension release mechanism, that is if you where one of the lucky ones who survived with all or aleast most of your limbs intact, maybe you just got a flesh wound, like in the fleshy part of your lung. Sure you were fine about that but what about the newly awakened sexual frustrations? All that killing and maming got those guys all riled up. Hot and sweaty and bent on release they went home to... the little woman.
What about her stress? she spends months at home... alone, wondering if her man is going to come home whole or just some of the parts. There are only so many skirt sets made out of bear skins that she can put together before she needs some release of her own, so she gathers up what's left of the weapons, clubs and such and uses them on... her kids. This will explain why teenagers are... well teenagers, to those of you who have not raised one yet.
Her reward for waiting and keeping the home fires burning for the retuning, hoarding, pilaging, killing husband of hers, is to take care of the dirty, sweaty, panting, blood stained, snorting hungry animals as they arrive. When she's finally done with her husband, she now has to feed and clean the horses also.
As humans became more civilized we developed more civil ways to handle stress. Don't like your neighbor, chop off his head. Don't like what someone stands for crucify him, Ah the good old days, life was so much simpler then. I long for those times, don't you wish for a simler life. The dog two houses down, who loves to defacate on your lawn, no problem, take out your shotgun and... problem solved.
The new folks who moved in next door last month, love to throw loud, wild parties... a couple of well placed molentov cocktails sould keep them quiet, well after the screaming stops that is. But no, unfortunately with civilization comes... civilization. We have laws to protect these people who by all rights most of us would want killed anyway. You know, throughout history, public executions have had a tempering effect on the populous, why we have banned this pratice is beyond me.
Ok so back to stress, my civil, modern way to handle stress, after years of research is this, "I just don't care anymore" That's right, I don't care, shout it out to the mountain tops, "I don't care" I don't care about you or anyone that looks like you. I don't care what you do for a living or what kind of car you drive. I don't care if your motherinlaw has pulled up stakes and is moving in with you. I don't care if they repo my car, that's why we have buses. I don't care If Canada is mounting a huge military offensive on our border, let them invade us, they can't screw up this country anymore than it already is. Get it! I don't care!
If the house burns down, ok, we find a new place to live. Starving people in remote parts of the planet, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to move closer to the nearest Burgerking. Someone steals my car, to bad, I'll buy a new one. The credit card companies keep calling, just throw out the phone, see it's easy if you try and I haven't even told you about the benifit of your new found "don't give a crap" attitude. Most people will, at best, think your crazy and keep their stressed out problem filled lives as far away from you as they can. Yes! Peace and quiet at last!
Well maybe the attitude adjustment will not work for some of you, me I got myself a new hobby as well, I'm building a homemade guillotine in my back yard. I get lots of stares but no conversations.
I love the simple life!