Numb

Please.

Please don’t.

Please don’t do.

Please don’t do it.

There is so much work to do.

So much good work to do.

And we need ya’.

The Life of Hard Knocks.

The Life of Hard Knocks is pounding.

LOUD.

On your head.

In your head.

Over your head🤨.

Sometimes learning and education can be a pain in the a**. Painful.

We all succumb to the tendencies to block it all out. To pretend it does not exist. To ignore the face staring realities. We all are born with the extraordinary ability to learn. New things. old things. new stuff. Old stuff.

It is in remembering that life becomes “dicey”.

Depends on how and if you roll.

There is no age limit (PE).

Wisdom and “smarts” sometimes walk hand in hand.

And sometimes they react fist to fist, or fist pump to fist pump. Shaky. Headily.

Facetious.

Street.

Facetiously.

Street-minded.

However you choose to roll.

Roll it up.

Roll it out.

On or off the table.

Please use caution.

Please use care.

There are more vices than one can imagine.

Enticing the mind and deadening hearts along the way.

We are all born blank slates. According to Francis Bacon🥓😜.

And how we roll, (if one does) can chart the course.

The life course.

Zig and Zag.

Up and Down.

Back and Forth.

Shaky.

Lazy.

Hyper.

Hypervigilant.

Experimental and Experiential. Over time, teaches us a thing or two about right and wrong, good and bad.

“Try it, you’ll like it” used to be an innocent breakfast cereal presentation with a cherubic tired young boy reluctant to try his hand at crunchy morning cereal.

Oh. How times have changed.

The stakes are so……..different, what with what flows in and over and around boundries and such. Hooking even the most innocent of persons in a single,

Puff.😮‍💨

Along with or without the blank slate mentalities, some of us also come equipped with innate abilities to direct our fate. Innatism. Provided the world has not gone all crazed and mad and woke. And our response has not been crazed and giddy and dead.

In this Life of Hard Knocks there is plenty of blame to go around.

Blame it on the Mom.

Blame it on the Dad.

Blame it on the parents.

Fair enough.

They happen to be our first true teachers.

They were once kids too.

Parents are people too.

Once the decision to enter the arena of parenthood.

May God have mercy on the battlefield of the Life of Hard Knocks.

Take no prisoners?

Holds us all as prisoners.

Sometimes.

The key out of the cage is to know.

When the hold, the grip is so tight.

Brotherhood, Sisterhood should be the best interest and the well being of another. The focus. Predisposed. Disposed.

We easily become the thing we most fear.

An ogre.

Ogrelly

And ogres are, well, ogres.

Not nice.

We did not mean to become all terrifying.

But we were terrified.

Situations.

Circumstances.

My Mom.

My Dad.

You get the point.

So, roll a joint?

It is after all now “legal” in many necks of the woods nowadays……

A new and fast and furious money maker of influence. Driving many

under the influence of the influence of the influencers. Pay no mind to what someone does behind closed doors….. out on the streets. Where many still hang out. A self fulfilling prophecy of self defeating moments of friends helping friends…..

The numbing of each other at the expense of each other.

Caution.

Care.

A clue.

A serious clue help to keep it in line.

No. No. No. Not a line. In line.

Keep behavior in line so the choice to kill another is no choice at all.

We have a long, long, way to go. A long way to go.

Dicey and numb like to walk hand in hand in times of great distress. A momentary “buzz”. Important to heed they will not be there for you in the long haul.

They prefer to drop it like it’s hot—and that includes you. They feel you easy to forget. But you were swell when they needed you. With friends like them who needs another enemy?

The Life of Hard Knocks challenges us.

Pick your poison. An old fashioned phrase. An idea. Choice. That is what some call it. Choose what numbs the best.

Masking the pain becomes the name of the game.

Knowing, really knowing the difference between your friends and your enemies is vital component in the Life of Hard Knocks. Consider it the vital greens you may need in life. Those may be covered with bugs too. At at least you will avoid ogrely behavior and eat them too.

Which came first? The chicken or the egg? When you find out please let me know.

I could use a friend.

I will not settle for the enemy either…….

too strange a bed fellow…buggy and itchy and scratchy……and certainly not as cute as a bug in a rug.

The insidiousness of the numb bug game is that once it is rolled up in paper, all the dicey bets can be off in a millipedey millisecond. And leaves in shambles the friendship you thought you had in or out of your back pocket.

It requires a boatload (and then some) of strength to be the inveteracy of sanity in a pool of ongoing resentment.

Cruelty is cruel.

We are all capable of this very strong emotion.Some may even take it upon themselves to ratchet it down a bit. In the interest of suffocation.

Collectively, we need to make it important to check ourselves before we wreck ourselves. The ongoing push and pulls and tug of wars do no body any good.

I get it.

Who would want a tooth pulled with no novocaine?

Not me.

Sound single-minded to you?

O.k.

Then, I double down.🙂

On your dicey numbing buggy prescription for my life well lived.

I plan to do so with all due respect due you.

Competently.

Confused-free.

Caring.

Carefully.

Cautious.

Did I mention to you that I do not gamble?