Now I'm a walker. No, not a Walker, but a walker. You know, someone who actually gets off their ass now and then and puts one foot in front of the other outside of the house.
There are all kinds of benefits from walking. For instance, walking can add months to your life. This enables you, at 85 years old, to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7,000 per month.
To me, the main benefit from walking is that it clears my head. It helps me to analyze whatever it is that's bugging me at the moment and come to a rational conclusion and determine a course of action rather than a knee-jerk reaction. As the old prayer goes, God grant me the patience to accept the things I cannot change. The strength to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Over this past holiday we had our first major family brouhaha. Or, I should say, the women had their first major family brouhaha. Big stuff. Important stuff. Threats to never speak to each other again. Threats to move out of the house. Stuff like that.
Man it took you a long time to walk to the right fucking place. Well done and welcome home brother!
ReplyDeleteThat's the spirit! Both walking and not giving a shit can take years off your life. Life is too short to get upset at the small stuff, and like they say, it's all small stuff. Thanks, by the way, for sticking with me through my DorkBloPoMo participation. I appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteWM.. I knew you would understand.
ReplyDeleteGropie... It is all small stuff, indeed. My pleasure to stick with your blog-o-thon.
I have arrived for a visit at exactly the right moment.
ReplyDeleteWe had a similar occurrence. Hmmm. aw hell with it: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
Damn, that felt gooooood.
Oh yes. I don't give a shit either.
ReplyDeleteLet 'em whirl!
Life is a shit sandwich and every day I take another bite.
ReplyDeleteJenJen... great to hear from ya darlin' Been wondering what happened to you.
ReplyDeleteAndrew... looks like we've got a movement here. No, wait, that would be giving a shit wouldn't it?
Punch... So glad I caught you in a happy mood. Would fear to imagine what you would say if you were depressed. Have a good one bro.
Here's to not giving a shit! It's liberating.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. Don't give a shit, or a rat's ass. One reaches a certain point in one's life when one comes to the conclusion that one does not have to do whatever it is that they want you to do...whomever they may be...AND...you don't give a shit, in any case.
ReplyDeleteWith ya, brother.
Punch, I don't think C gives a shit.
Mr C, I understand that you don't give a shit and I can see why. Nevertheless, it's likely that eventually the women will pull you into this shit whether you give a shit or not. It's what we do, and we talk about it while we're walking ;)
ReplyDeleteHeidi... thanks for joining the movement!
ReplyDeleteJJ... Amen. And, you're right, I don't give a shit.
Trish... You're right as well. They haven't pulled me completely into it yet, but I've got shit all over me but none of it is mine. So there!
i just want to know what the brouhaha was all about!
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