George Carlin once said a lot of dirty stuff you want to scream at people writing checks at a grocery store. He also said “Women are crazy and men are stupid. But women are crazy because men are stupid.” Something like that. I often see little bits & pieces, graphics here and there taking digs at how dumb or helpless men are.
I won’t defend all men. I can’t. A lot of men are dickheads. A lot of men are also great people. Some are incredibly normal and unnervingly personable with no explicit personality issues. Some guys are complete sociopaths and should have died in a Jeep rollover a long time ago and had their organs go to save worthy lives. Some guys, however, are good Men.
They have to get up and go to work every day to keep the lights on and bills paid for their family. They do it with a song in their heart, even if somedays that song is “Necrophobic” by Slayer. And they do it because they love their family. On the way to work they burn an hour in the car. On the way home they burn 75minutes and have to go to the store to get something for dinner because the loves of his life are at home, tired, sick and haven’t had the energy to get dinner together. When he gets home he realizes he’s on patrol to get the kids bathed and in bed while his wife zones out on exhaustion and a chest cold she got from their daughter’s last play date.
Oh wait, shit… he has to iron some shirts for work, too. And fold the laundry and get another load going so the kids have stuff to wear for the rest of the week. It’s only Tuesday. The days run together. Gotta get a sitter for Saturday night, too, so he can take his wife out for anything, even for just two hours of face time. Did the bills get paid? Better check the online bill payer. Get that handled. Kid’s lunches for tomorrow, check. Kids bathed and in bed, check. Shirts ironed, check.
Oh look… it’s 11:40pm. Everybody is asleep except him, who was also up before everybody else today. And everybody is asleep. At home, in their beds, safe, and resting. A good day. Done.
And that’s part of the gig for the moment. Handling a lot of shit. And keeping schedules together. And working and making money and trying to keep Life from digging her heels in and being a bitch, instead of a dance partner.
He made the mortgage payment, car payment, insurance premium, kid’s lunches, doctor’s appointments, and read a couple stories to the kids. He didn’t put together some wet-panty plaque to post on Pinterest about how hard life is. He didn’t make a snarky Facebook update about how he’s running the show. And no, he didn’t make a sandwich.
Maybe tomorrow he’ll treat himself to a meal combo under $5 somewhere.