Friday, December 21, 2012

A short one on 'that word.'

I kinda purposely entitled this "that word" insteada what I was gonna: "Shit" -primarily because I've many, many friends, relatives who might see that, and would be kinda in shock... disbelief, incredulous perhaps - some, and "really?" others. . And, the immediate 'look on their face' would be akin to.. "no shit Victor?" So yes, "shit".

I'ma guessin' a vast 90 percenta us have spewed that word a time or two in our lifetime.. and many, with certain frequency. And just think, without shit, we wouldn't be here today.

"Shit happens" - we say that to remind us, as we traverse the rollercoaster of life - We wouldn't have "good" without "goo"... No matter how well planned out, intended, hopeful - shit happens.

Whilst I (of course) NEVER-EVER, I remember the phrase from back in the longhaired reasonably freakish days - exhaled and said at a very high pitch "good shit." Which, always kinda puzzled me, as I never graded mine, nor knew there even were grades for shit.

Although.. our fraternity house in college was disgusting... and that's kinda just the way we liked it. The second floor squatter.. We kept a sign, scotch tape nearby, and whenever a brother had one that was "omg, I've never seen one that long" we'd affix the sign "The King" to the commode, and it warranted the 'lid open, no flushing for three days' rule. Proud. Sick? Sure.. but proud.

I recently watched a rather humerous video of a man dressed up in a 'snow man' outfit, outside a retail establishment... and he went from "still, lifeless.... immobile", 'that's there simply for the merriment of winter', 'it's like an ornament, statue.. it's 'fixed'.. to ALLOFASUDDEN he'd "swivel" and turn toward the unsuspecting (NOW STUNNED) walker-by.. after watching a about thirty different (pardon the pun) "scared shitless" folk's reactions - "SHIT" seemed to be the most popular verbal reaction to the 'statue's sudden movement. Shit's a valuable, useful word..

Shit saves. The folks above were scared. Shit saves. That feel you get, like I had in winter time yesterday... you're behind the wheel, two hands on the wheel, in control.. and allofasudden the winter conditions of the road take the car completely out of your control.. brakes don't help.. turning the steering wheel it useless.. so insteada yelling "FOR BEHOOGITY SAKES, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! GIVE MY GEORGE BRETT AUTOGRAPHS TO MY FIRSTBORN GRANDSON, MY SAVINGS ACCOUNT TO AUBRIE, AND REMEMBER: CREMATION, DUMP MY ASHES ON THE CITY PARK BALLFIELD!!!!"... instead, we simply say "SHIT"... shit saves, encapsulates.

"I don't give a shit"... is good for rebellion... "had it up to here" at work, in marriage, in 'friendship'.. or, a 'so what?' to one's disbelief of "are you really gonna do that?"

Shit/shinola enables us to explain, designate stupid people.

"Don't stink", as in "he/she doesn't think his/her shit stinks." Whilst, in marriage, I was never in attendance in the restroom with her 'during', I do remember going in shortly after, and can attest to "yes... shit stinks....his, hers, everyone's"

"WHY.. YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" is a reactionary that allows us to "get back" at youthful rebellion. It's usually said with smile... and draws a smile. I guess you could even say "funny shit"..

"Funny shit" is also a common reply to an email a friend has sent u that nearly makes one pee our pants, laugh aloud over the toppa the cubicle.

"Holy shit" has nothing to do with religion - rather it's said to something we've seen in disbelief. "Are you shitting me" has nothing to do with a person/rectum, again, it too is the disbelief thing.

It is said "when you're up to your nose in shit, keep your mouth shut." There's cocky shit, shitheads, bullshit, cowshit, horseshit, piles of shit, looking "the shit"...

In real life, and in vernacular, we could never exist without shit. At age sixty "I don't care what you/people, think." Forty years ago I mighta termed it "I don't give a..............." No shit.

I've always blogged about shit, just never specifically. Sorry... kinda.

Love, Victurd.

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