The Master Baiter

No. No. No.

This is not rated “R” or “X”. More like “G.”

Please get your head out of the gutter.

Opposites attract and wow can they attack.

One man’s encouragement is another man’s threat.

One man’s stir the pot is another man’s hunger boiling over.

One man’s ignite is another man’s extinguish.

One man’s instigate is another man’s retreat.

One man’s fire up is another man’s hose down.

One man’s energize is another man’s exhaustion.

One man’s foment is another man’s hidden terror.

One man’s anger is another man’s happiness.

One man’s galvanization is another man’s shut down.

One man’s aggravate is another man’s calm.

One man’s turmoil is another man’s easy.

One man’s tension is another man’s whatever.

One man’s chaos is another man’s shot in the arm.

One man’s tease is another man’s taunt.

One man’s jeer is another man’s deafness.

One man’s exasperate is another man’s agreement

One man’s tortured piece of mind is another man’s peace.

The funny thing about feelings and nothing more than feelings is that one man’s blow up can be another man’s stand down.

Sadly, when a situation or circumstance is not dealt with properly in the first place without honest resolution, feelings can burn below the surface of smiling faces and guilt-ridden “what ifs.” Dishonest stewardship is allowed to go on disguised as help and back slapping . When it really just keeps on festering un accounted for incorrectly.

Feelings, big ones, small ones, weak ones, strong ones and the worst kind of all—hidden ones—are truly the buried treasures of honesty and integrity.

One way or another they will come out—make themselves known.

Righteous! You may think. Actually, no not righteous. Blow ups are never good. Explosions, silent treatment are all one and the same. Bad.

Emotions triggered are emotions figured. Out? In some cases, for some mean-spirited humans the instigation provoked produces the desired result. The cowering in the corner of the enemy who does not give them everything they think they want.

We exile ourselves in repeated futile attempts to isolate our enemy. Our opinions matter only if in the collective interests and prosperity for all are at the heart of the matter.

We strategize about ways to block our defenses from getting the better of us. We fail epically in matters of the heart sometimes. We exude pale and frail ness in our sense and sensibilities. We lose ourselves under the weight of impossible moments.

We blow up.

Did you know? Feelings and emotions are not the same thing. I did not know! Emotions originate as sensations in the body. Feelings are influenced by our emotions but are generated from our mental thoughts. (PT)

Imagine this image. Feelings and Emotions boxing 🥊 with one another. What happens then?

It is called beating yourself up. Ouch.

Why we may do this depends upon the circumstances and situations, fears and the joys that lie unencumbered beneath our poker faced surface. We think we are managing ok, the stressors of the day, yesterday, way before. Big or small. Unfortunately, crouching down in the way back of our brain, certain toils of the unforgettable keeps pushing its way forward until the pounding headache of all headaches render us speechless, frozen and unable to articulate coherently. All at the same time.

What happens then?

Garbled words. Shortness of breath. Shaking limbs. Uncontrollable tears. “ I cannot handle this anymore” and physical sensations that may sound like a knock on the door for some and a bomb blowing up for others. We beg ourselves to stop feeling pain and try to do something, ANYTHING to get rid of the painful memories.

Preferably before another blow up. To be honest means to admit fault. Again. And. So on. Without any ounce of ownership from one or two in the mix, the situation lingers in a state of intense hazing and dazed manufactured confusion.

So. What is the next plan of attack?

The Molly Coddle.

One man’s spoiled ness is another man’s denial.

One man’s nurse is another man’s gulp.

One man’s dandle is another man’s neglect.

One man’s appease is another man’s please.

One man’s constructive criticism is another man’s pile on.

One man’s flatter is another man’s ignore.

One man’s suck up to is another man’s pound down.

One man’s felicitate is another man’s silence.

One man’s belittle is another man’s pick me up.

One man’s traduce is another man’s gossip.

One man’s favor is another man’s maltreatment.

One man’s recommit is another man’s “eh.”

For example, when a baby cries. We hop to it. To put another’s best interest ahead of our own, to put their well being into the possession or safekeeping of another is an act of kindness. To take in the cares of another is an act of kindness. Hopefully not with the mindset of the deliverance of all deliveries. IE: “You have been served.” Kindness with a generous heart and a clear cut soul.

Who knew what when? Who knows. A lifetime spent trying to play catch up is exhaustive. A situation where the meaning of something is lost or becomes unclear during the translation process from one language to another. Of words, phrases, cultural nuances. Context.

Misunderstandings exist. Assimilation is possible. Failing to have the same meaning or effectiveness is a daily battle in our world of emotions, feelings and the push-button-before-talking activities ultimately ending in an unnecessary blow up.

Who knew what when? Who knows.

So. What is the next plan of attack: Not an attack.

The catharsis angle. Openly admitting the hurt, strong emotions and desperate fear and the vomitronic success of letting it all come out. Instead of slow burn of the small and tiny bursts of annoyances, irritations and hurts the master baiter has used as the play book to date. The “what ifs” of what should have happened. The release.

A new life is born of what is better, of what should have been done, what should have happened.

Peace+Harmony= Freedom

Hold on tight?

Or.

Let it go.