WHAT HURTS? HEMINGWAY SAID WRITE ABOUT IT

What hurts? Go ahead and tell me. This is a safe place.

It doesn’t have to be a big hurt to matter.

All the hurts add up, after all, then what do you get? What happens?

I think you know what happens.

I’ll go first on what hurts to pave the way.

This is a good link because of the headline.

“I Just Turned 60, but I Still Feel 22“

This one hurts because it’s so self-serving. If I read the article I might have a different opinion, but the headline is enough.

What can you say to this? Do you still feel twenty two at age sixty?

If that’s not an aging problem, then I don’t know aging problems. What I do know, and know pretty damm good if I do say so myself, is hang onto your feelings.

Don’t feel your age? Good. But what is it when you hear someone say they’re so old at reaching forty?

Who remembers the warning, ‘Don’t trust anyone over thirty?”

Now our kids are thirty. Should we trust them? Do you trust your kids?

Shaq O’Neal has been around social with a few words for his kids.

I like Shaq. I’ve always liked Shaq, even been to Baton Rouge to see the Shaq museum in a local restaurant serving big plates of fried food. The single servings were big enough to feed the entire table.

As an NBA player Shaq said he wouldn’t adapt his poor free throw shooting to the underhand between the legs shot because of his hip hop following.

Not macho enough.

He’s said he was misguided after he retired.

Now he’s talking the same misguided talk about what, generational money? That his kids won’t ever see? Because he loves them that much?

I call bowl shoot. If the money talk came from Shawn Kemp, who supposedly has fourteen kids with fourteen women, I might listen better.

What Hurts Isn’t A Choice, It Just Hurts

Go ahead and put your finger on the hurt part.

My shoulder hurts when I see guy playing big boy football with a bad shoulder.

I separated a shoulder twice in the same side I broke my collar bone. Twice.

Call me a baby but I couldn’t do anything. The first time on the shoulder happened on a Tuesday practice.

I played the Friday night game and my season was over.

But pain covers more ground than a tweaked tendon or a pulled muscle.

We do have feelings, and only jackasses don’t account for feelings.

How much respect should we have for the “F your feelings” people who have discovered their own feelings?

The spiteful, vindictive, ones in the crowd could care less while they readjust their daily targets for spreading hate and fear.

Finding out what hurts comes sooner or later, and when it’s later it comes with a crushing truth:

You have feelings and they matter. And so do others.

That last part is the difficult hurdle to clear. Others have feelings like you? Those bastards, how could they?

But, they do. And so do you.

It’s Monday. Go ahead and spill the hurt beans.

Hemingway would be proud.