Over the past few months I have been stressed to the max. The biggest contributor to that is work. In my 37 years I have never been as stressed as I have been lately. For Christmas, I went to the beach. Got away from work and drank enough beer to float a battleship, got lost in a book and allowed the beach and sun to recharge my batteries. I came back to work and a lot of the stress is gone, but not all of it.
A few weeks ago, I found out a good couple friend of mine is splitting up. They seemed to have been a happy couple. A loving couple. A fun couple. But he just decided he was done and wanted to move on to someone else. Shocking for a lot of us. Well, me being the good guy I am, I offered a shoulder, an ear, even a fist and ball bat. So far she has taken me up on 2 of the four. However, the stress she is going through is causing me to feel her pain. Not saying it is too much for me, but how long should I calmly sit on the sidelines and keep my mouth shut. Eventually I will snap, and I will say my peace to him. Tell him what a miserable fucking puke he is for doing this. Something tells me he will soon learn the err of his ways. I am not going to dwell on this because I really don't have any control over this. I will simply be the good guy I am and be there for her whenever she needs me.
Well this morning, I find out through a social networking site that this guy my sister has a kid with left my sister at the ER last night while she was getting a pain shot for a migraine to go out with his buddies to get drunk. I am not going to get into the history of this guy and my sisters relationship with him, but I will tell you this, if mom was still alive, she would have already killed him. This guy is the second one to make the "Guys who need their ass kicked" list in the past few weeks. The problem with this one is, he is 3 hours away and I just cant take my lunch hour, catch him in a parking lot and beat the fuck out of him. Ok, maybe I have seen one too many mafia movies.
With all of this said, my stress level is back up. When I stop and think about it, I remind myself of something I always say. "Isn't it funny how life always seems to work itself out?" Well, for once I can not wait for life to works itself out on these last two issues. I can not wait for those that have it coming to them, reap what they sow. I just hope I am there to witness it.
No matter how stressed you may get, it does always work itself out. Exercise patience and wait for that to happen. Sometimes it is over night, sometimes it takes longer. Week or two, maybe a month, sometimes longer. But it will work itself out.
Then again, I could always take my stress out on a pain slut and swing a flogger until my arms lock up.
I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.