But it ain't never gonna happen.
Time out though. As one who usedta coach way back in the dinosaur days, calling a time out usually ain't a good thing. It means you need a break from the ugly that happened.
"Stymie halt." My sister, may she rest in peace, teasingly used to say this to her redheaded, frecklefaced "sports with blinders on", brother as lunch was ready and it was time to call "Time Out" on whiffle ball and come in and eat. She knew it drove me nuts, but that's exactly what siblings do, we drive each other nuts. She knew nothing of sports... Well, ok, that's a lie - she was a decent baton twirler.. (Don't get me started on 'good' though, because OH SHE WAS THAT. I spend every day on this Earth wishing it were me instead - for she was WAY a better, more deserving person of this delicious thing called life. With some pretty goofy personal habits, I'll never make it to 90 - but if I do, I still will not have gotten as much out of life as she so wonderfully packed into her 51 years.)
Point is, we need a break. A time out.
Ugly happens in life (watch the news, read a paper, scroll thru Facebook - and this don't touch any added ugly that may be in our own personal lives.)
You deserve a break today, so get up and get away, to..................
A good book. I ain't a reader of books, but can easily sense from those that are - it's therapeutic. The last good book I 'read' wasn't even a book - it was an audiobook that made a five hour drive very pleasurable, woes forgotten, ills stymied. Stymie halt.
A significant other. I ain't really presently got one - but when I do/have had, I remember how wonderful it is to get your mind focused on anything but ugly. There is a magnetism to personal relationship - and God Bless ya if you're lucky enough to be in one. Victor, is this where you get on your soapbox and tell others they dang well better know, understand, appreciate how lucky they are? Guilty your Honor.
Sports. SURE, sports divide, but they are oh such a blessing in getting away from ACA, "the last 8 years", "that was ugly, let's get him out of office", Hillary, emails, Russia, Trump, partisan, 92 comment FB posts that start out semi-nice and usually end with "you ain't fit to live in this country" - guilty, both sides. Patooey. In as much as SOMEBODY has to beat the Patriots, I got away for awhile from all of the above last night. Yum.
Pets. They don't care about the Electoral College. They just wanna train their eyes on you 24/7 in devoting their attention on the hallowed footsteps you/I take. Ok, you're right, that's dogs. Cats don't care about anything other than us sweeping the turds out of the litter box occasionally - and to me, that's their intrigue, their "forget all the ugly, stymie halt" - "come watch me claw, swipe at whateverinthehell it is you've tied onto the end of that string."
Children. Sometimes, I know I know, there are moments - as a parent - you wanna "put 'em back in there" - but even in those moments - world ugly is forgotten. Children are blind to "my side, your side, his/her money, his/her lack thereof, this color, that color, this origin, that origin" - "just get me a popsicle... more juice.. a hot dog.. Cheetos.. cereal in a bowl please, no milk, please." The PLEASE is refreshing. It's nice. It's learned. It's at least 1,087 miles from 'ugly.'
Loss. This is not a suggested method, to lose someone, to get away - it's more a wake up call - but it does, in a very sad way, make us get away. We stand back, slap ourselves for any recent vein-popping ill will - and remember how damn short life is... "don't delve in the ugly." (RIP Gary, I will miss sitting next to you in a lawnchair at the City Park visiting, or The Corner, and I'll miss your awesome astronomy pics, as well as wonderful vids of your grandson throwing for yet another touchdown, and your smile, you did that a lot and it was awesome. Prayers to you and your family.)
Vacation. What's that? I dunno, but I'll Google it and get back to you. Oh wait, scroll above to audiobook "pleasurable, woes forgotten, ills stymied" - oh yeah, I remember taking a vacation once.
Naps, sex, a good dinner out, music, phone call to a friend(ok, a text will work too), exercise, getting that damn spot off the kitchen floor that's been bugging you since it was 87 degrees out, shopping, a bath (ok, long, steamy shower if you prefer), Sudoku, yada.
Victor, THAT, was a mouthful.
Uh huh, it was, and if you're talking about sex, you're a pervert. Hehe.
THE POINT IS, we gotta get away upon occasion. No, change that. Change it too frequently.
Ugly leads to hatred. Hatred leads to high blood pressure, tasting the sole of our shoe, showing our ass, division, riot, destruction. We're all 'on the same team' in life.
Time out.
I'd like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony. Victor, it'll never happen.
OK OK, stymie halt then.
Oh yeah, one more suggestion: blog - works for me.
I'm gonna stop now. Uh huh, you're welcome, I realize this has been too long.
After I go though - I'm gonna youtube The Esquires "Get On Up":
Get on up, get on up and get away
Clap your hands
Just a little louder
Stomp your feet
Just a little louder
Come on every body and feel the beat
Come on every body
You're doing it real neat
So come on
Get on up and get away
Girl (or guy)
Get on up and get away.
Love, StymeHaltTurd
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