Men are stressed out these days. Employed or unemployed, fit or fat, nearly every man I know is carrying another level of stress that was absent a year ago.
No wonder. Bad times, hard work environment, demanding kids, needy wife. When it gets to be too much, I tell Rog he needs to be with his 'oneself' and if that means he needs to be alone, I add on he do so in his 'one-space.' Recently, he's been uber-stressed, so I suggested he check his one-self into a hotel in which he can find his one-space with Halo, thereby joining hundreds of other men in a virtual community of one-nessess.
Now, Rog is creative. A hotel was boring. If I was willing to give up time with him, relinquishing him of household duties such as going to the dump with a truck-full trash, he's going to ensure his one-time is spent in the best way possible.
To whit, he recently found his one-self at a charity golf event with Gene Simmons and his wife Shannon Tweed. Beyond sitting by an aging, former adult film star and her plastic surgery partner, the back of his head is said to be featured in the upcoming episode of their hit reality show. His one-self was pretty excited about sharing his one-space for the camera.
A few days ago, he returned from a fishing trip. He walked in the back door with a large, clear sack of bloody, gutless salmon carcasses banging against his leg. He then proceeded to slice and dice the salmon with my five-year old girl looking on, who wanted to know why he killed something he doesn't eat.
"Mom likes it," he said. I stared at the thirty pounds before me. Clearly, his one-self didn't understand the fact I'll puke if I have to eat thirty percent of my body weight in raw fish.
"What do you need done now?" he asked me. His bucket was full. The toxic paint of stress was stripped off his body by the thinner called relaxation. He was ready to devote his one-self to household tasks and allow his one-space to be shared with the family. He was in his happy place. Mr. One-ness spent the next half a day cleaning algae from the pond pump, painting walls, loading the truck up with trash. It was awesome. And all it took was for me to support his needs to be at one with himself. Not all the time. Just here and there.
As for me, I'm going to stir fry some salmon, sit down with my bad old one-self and watch Gene Simmons' reality show looking for the back of Rog's head.
Now, Rog is creative. A hotel was boring. If I was willing to give up time with him, relinquishing him of household duties such as going to the dump with a truck-full trash, he's going to ensure his one-time is spent in the best way possible.
To whit, he recently found his one-self at a charity golf event with Gene Simmons and his wife Shannon Tweed. Beyond sitting by an aging, former adult film star and her plastic surgery partner, the back of his head is said to be featured in the upcoming episode of their hit reality show. His one-self was pretty excited about sharing his one-space for the camera.
"Mom likes it," he said. I stared at the thirty pounds before me. Clearly, his one-self didn't understand the fact I'll puke if I have to eat thirty percent of my body weight in raw fish.
"What do you need done now?" he asked me. His bucket was full. The toxic paint of stress was stripped off his body by the thinner called relaxation. He was ready to devote his one-self to household tasks and allow his one-space to be shared with the family. He was in his happy place. Mr. One-ness spent the next half a day cleaning algae from the pond pump, painting walls, loading the truck up with trash. It was awesome. And all it took was for me to support his needs to be at one with himself. Not all the time. Just here and there.
As for me, I'm going to stir fry some salmon, sit down with my bad old one-self and watch Gene Simmons' reality show looking for the back of Rog's head.
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