PooPoo Heads and Big Meanies

[GotSmart]

Welcome to reality

Life is not fair even for clowns.  There is always someone that is afraid of them.  The same for Santa Claus and Father Time.  Get over it.  

Many generations ago, many of my forefathers fought to make this country safe from the native residents.  What about their rights?  Then there were the French.  "WE" drove them out. The same with the Spanish, the English,  Canadians, Mexico,  No Irish Need Apply, No Italians Need Apply, Run off the Chinese, Lock the Japanese in camps  Blacks ~~~  Then we grew up.  According to the Constitution, everyone is equal.  There are laws to that effect.

Finally this country realized that it takes everyone to make things work.  My daughter had a 4th grade class in California with kids from nineteen different countries.  In a multi school competition, that class took more awards than any other class.  They all worked together.

While in College, I had a professor that would look for students that disliked each other.  He would assign them as work partners.  I was about 25 years older than everyone, so I could have one on one talks with the professors.  I asked "WHY?"  He told me that those that disagree the most, have the most to teach each other.  

Now back to the subject at hand.  PooPoo Heads and Big Meanies.

When I was in third grade, one day I was playing on the swings.  I would get as high as I could, then jump off. Then back on the swing and go again. Along comes the little red haired girl.  Angela...  She was watching me, so I went higher than ever to impress her.  Then I jumped.  She immediately grabbed the swing and just sat there spinning around. That was MY swing!  I had it first!  I told her I had it first.  She called me a PooPoo Head.      I called her a Big Meany.  For the next few minutes we yelled those words at each other.      Then the bell rang.  She hopped off the swing, gave me a big smile, and skipped off.   

Not everything is what it appears to be.  

Sit back, and ask yourself why this person evokes so much emotion?  Can you learn something from them?  I felt the fool for over reacting.

50 years later, I still have a thing for red hair girls.     I am still learning.  

[Putts]

It was a girl named Wendy for me.

Amazing how people can be burned into our brain.

[Blacktank]

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[OutdoorFT]

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[Scott7022]

Well put Sir.

When I was in my early teens. I had a run of bad luck. Except it wasn't luck it was all brought on me by action, inaction, and perception. Doing the moody teenager bullshit. My father came home from work, tired, he was always tired. I was pulling wrenches on my 1600 Datsun Sportster and needed help getting one of the side mounted carbs off. He was too tired. All my friends had fathers much younger, in fact I had a brother older than some of my friends fathers. I got a little pissy.

"Spray it with BreakFree and then come inside I want to show you something."  He said disappearing into the house.

I did that and then tossed a cover over the dead motor and cleaned up, as I knew dinner would hit the table 15 minutes after he got home. Like clockwork or a German trains. Dinner was always 15 minutes after dad walked in the door. It was a hot summer evening and Dad was playing with the fancy new VCR. "I got these tapes from National Geographic I want you to watch this one."  Mom, brought my dinner in and carried Dad's outside to the rear deck. Confused I got up and went to the deck.
"You're not going to watch?" I asked.
"I can't. I was there with your two uncles. Only; I came home. So when you think you're having a bad day, and the life isn't fair, I want you to remember your two Uncle's bad day. They weren't much older than you. Now go watch."
It was archive footage of the Dieppe landing...

I've only had seven bad days since then, and one of them was holding his hand as he passed.

Perspective, the soul-less evil red head, or the sultry red headed temptress. All perspective, and we control, one of the few things we do control, that perspective.

[bLEEp]

Well written. A little misty eyed, but I am a sap, ask my wife.
Perspective indeed.


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[rvpopeye]

bLEEp
Reading that and having it get to you DON'T make you a sap !

[bLEEp]

bLEEp
Reading that and having it get to you DON'T make you a sap !

Oh, I am just teasing. I am a very emotional person, especially for a man. I was raised to never be afraid to laugh or cry, or tell others how I feel. Brutal honesty gets me in trouble as most people love it until it involves them hahaha
I often get teary eyed because of songs, art, speeches etc.
I know people love me for being me, I am blessed and I am "grateful"




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[Scott7022]

I wrote it with that intention. So thank you. It is the way it went down but at the time I failed to get the emotive part. I missed that it I just felt sorry for my Uncles, and a little angry that I seemed to be selfish for not having challenges to step up to. I knew I could step up if asked or at least I thought I could. It wasn't my fault we didn't have a war to fight. I thought, at the time, my Dad was suggesting I was weak because I was going to school and had time to play with cars.

Boy was I wrong.

I did step up. Later in life and only then did I understand what he was wanting me to learn so many years earlier. Be thankful you can be aware of the small stuff that is bugging you. Worrying about what happens when you run out of rounds is part of the big stuff items and the rest is just little shit.

All about perspective.

I had chiggers in Africa. My baby toes will never be the same. Never noticed till I came out of the jungle and into an embassy. It just didn't reach high enough on the scale of things I had to pay attention to. Just as my uncles probably didn't feel the heavy awkward packs they carried onto the beach so many years before. So when your problems are many think about them within the perspective of in 20 years will anyone remember, or care. It's been twenty years for me. I get blisters on my little toes as they are now deformed and don't sit right in the shoe. But, I never notice as the feeling is gone from both of them. I care, I still send money to agencies and selfless people who work to help. It isn't glamorous, it doesn't make the news, but it is a bad day for many. But compared with first world problems? First world problems; "It don't mean nothing."

Don't be like me so many years ago when my father showed me those tapes. It is ok to be born in the first world. It is ok to be lucky. It is a privilege to not have to fight for real survival. But it also wise to have perspective.

Don't know what a chigger is?



Very graphic. Weak stomachs should not view. Nasty little burrowing fleas that come out of the dirt. You don't have to be a dirty villager to get them either. This white boy got them and I showered every day. Even on days I didn't have time to shave.

[Hepcat]

"First World Problems." A phrase that's not used nearly often enough that really puts things into perspective. Well written, Scott.