I'm strong about some things. Very strong, in fact.
I am almost to the end of an incredibly amazing (and occasionally crushing) ten year journey for children. I am going to make it out alive, mostly in one piece, and will soon be holding not one but two tiny little miracles.
I can handle amounts of physical pain that would crush an average person.
I suppose the same may be true in regards to mental anguish and trauma.
I can handle just about anything as long as I can wrap my mind around "The Why".
...my body hurts because of thing A...
...my fever is caused by thing B...
...this horrible thing and that horrible thing are caused by thing C...
...the other pregnancies failed because I was destined to be M and L's Mother...
...I feel semi-crazy because of the drugs or the hormones, etc...
...blah blah blah, and so on....
What trips me up is when I don't have answers, either about a thing, a person, or myself.
- Why is it so easy for others, but so difficult for me, to let go?
- How could I allow this or that random person get to me like that?
- Why am I so damn sensitive?
- Why can't I hold pieces of myself back?
- What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
I obsess over the things I do not understand. Occasionally it works and I have some sort of an epiphany. The epiphanies are comforting, but tend to be rare. Mostly, I just torture myself over never knowing The Why, when I should be happily drowning in The Now.
Grrrr.
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African or European?
Patrick, you beat me to the Monty Python quote...
Grr.
I heart Monty Python.
Dear, dear, blondage, I have a surprise for you in that I know the answer to all of your "why" questions. The answer is simply that you are normal...at least as far at these questions go ;}
And now for something completely different.
The velocity of a swallow depends on how drunk she is. Oh wait, you said unladen. Nevermind.
*grin* I adore you Mal.
Since everyone has beaten me to the Monty thing, I'll go for serious.
I teach my kids that when they hit a math problem to always draw a picture.
When they get to any other kind of question that baffles them, not to wonder at their lack of an immediate answer but, rather, to examine and, perhaps, reformulate the question.
The answer is, generally, always contained in the question...you just have to formulate it correctly.
And, just so you know, if the swallow was African and was also ladened with coconuts, such as my squire Patsy is using, why they, the swallows, would achieve terminal velocity in under one minute as swallows can't really carry very much weight and, thus, would, basically, auger in...mimicking the flight characteristics of an unpowered f-4 over two (or so) miles of vectored flight. Q.E.D.
You're welcome.
Mr. Upton Ogood
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