In hindsight........

Klinger, of all people... or mebbe, he, the writers of MASH, are attributed to the quote "Shave your butt and walk backwards."  (At least, that's what AI, Google, AOL, Yahoo, Merriam-Webster, CNN, FOX, Rona Barrett, Al Gore, National Enquirer, George Carlin, Snopes... them, all them, said.)

It is a suggestion, I guess, that one is so ugly mebbe it'd be better if they did that.  I prefer to think, mebbe Michael and his Moonwalk, Kris Kross and his bassackwards clothes and dyslexics of the land, have/had it right.

Hindsight.

As we face life........ yeah, I'm taking nose first, of course eyes, belly, toes, etc... we (speak for yourself Victor)..ok, I... allow frustration, anger, failures, discomfort, disappointments, all - to hop into the microwave of our being and snap, crackle, pop, soooo fast, to the point of - we can't think rationally, function, stop twitching, bitching, yada... ie, we get UPSET.

As we get over it.... past it...  and we peek out of our shaved buttocks, (when the smoke has cleared, eew) we realize, mebbe we overreacted. Tweren't that bad.  Hindsight.

Besides, "a fire about this high",  other things that burn our butt are, can be:  word hurts, belly aches (real and incited ones), sport's scores, bank balances/lack thereof, the forced smile on our face as we've just opened a Christmas/birthday, any kinda present and selfishly think, "really?".. (I know, selfish.. eh, deal wit it!).. mistreatment of others... "I SAID TOTS, NOT FRIES!", a salary review where your boss 'eloqently' praises you, then says "Our goal is to get ALL our employees up to industry standard... the problem is, you're already there."

We get over it.  We make it.  Brylcreem, a little dab'll doya.. Take two aspirin..   "honey I'm gonna put a little Mercurochrome on it, it'll sting for a sec, but then, you'll be ALL better." Kleenex.  Hugs. Laughter. Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up.

But yeah... or mebbe, butt yeah, we get past it.

This ZIT just HAS TO BE about the size of Delaware.  If I pay the electric bill online, then, walk into the gas company and write a check, mebbe, just mebbe, my paycheck will be depositied before the gas folks cash it.

I REALLY cannot believe my friend just said that!  Were they teasing?  Did they (mean) mean it?  I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed, but first, after I lay down I'm gonna toss, turn, toss, turn s'more, go pee, turn the fan on me to cool off, cover up with the blankie 'cause I just can't get my body temp, disposition, dat position, right.

If ya walk it backwards... let it go... turn around... or, shave your butt and look back on it.  All the worry, turning, tossing, microwave belly churning - makes one exhale and laugh.  Or, baby slap yourself for being goofy.  Yourself telling yourself the dreaded, "I told you so."

Walking forward again... most of our lives we do do that... gotta see, don't wanna step on dog's tails (or their doo), a crack in the sidewalk, when traffic clears, down the yellow brick road........ we stop mebbe and ask................

As upset as we got.......are we alone?  Ya think Santa Claus..... Winnie the Pooh?... John Walton, Sr?...  Mr. Rogers... Billy Graham.. Jimmy Carter..  Spongebob himself....  you think they have them little moments in life?

You bet your bippy.  Henry Bippy too.  But(t) they all, move on, get over it... let it go, right, Elsa? Anna, Rocky Balboa, Bambi, Simba..  Hermione Granger...

As we look back, life, as it almost always always does, calms us down.

I was sad yesterday.  I was visiting with a young lady, around 20, and, I asked if one day she'd like to have kids.... she thought a moment, but only a very quick moment (which, to me, told me she'd had this conversation with herself before).. and answered, "I don't think so.. I'm not sure I'd like to bring a child into this World the way it is now...  maybe I'll reconsider when I'm 30 or so."

There is always going to be:  Bankruptcy. Divorce. Hatfield/McCoy. There's gonna be the "Oh hell no" places folks avoid, Hobby Lobby, Target, Bud Light, Chick-fil-A, yada.. the dreaded "Yankees, Cowboys, Dodgers, Chiefs"..  this side, that side... inside, outside........

And........... backside.  As in, hindsight.

Whether or not to have a child is absolutely a personal choice, and it's respected.

Age certainly helps teach "slow down, be careful"...  "I can't afford that"..  "Now, I try try try not to blurt.. still happens, but not with the frequency it usedta..."  how to smile a little more, huga lot more, throw the L word out often, comprende there's gonna be bumps in road no matter what we drive......  ie, hindsight done taught us.

Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company (er, you three blog readers you).  M-I-C... see ya real soon.. or not.. . K-E-Y...  Why?  Because we (I) like you....

Mebbe Klinger had it right......  once we see the things behind us... we've overcome, learnt from, prepared, ready for the moment: Ibuprofen, Rolaids, Brylcreem (cowlicks), Benadryl (itchy itchy rashes), mebbe a Chardonnay, cold beer, gummy, et al.

Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear.

Would that be nearbuttsided or farbuttsided?

No matter, we'll be ok.  Hatfields, McCoys, Pubs, Dems, innies, outties, blood, inlaws, Cub fans, Cardinal fans, even KU, MU fans.  Perhaps there's a touch of irony in the fact that War sings "Why can't we be friends?"..  point being though, we can.

Looking back, life ain't bad.

drutciV, evoL