For those of you who have ever been a teenager or been unfortunate enough to have endured a teen “love story” movie, you will have inevitably witnessed a teen guy or girl “dancing it out” on their bed to some 80’s or 90’s hit track.
So there I laid, projectile vomiting all over myself, and was scared but happy about it.
Perhaps I shall explain this a little further.
Let’s take a little journey back a couple of decades or so…
I’m stuck in a line at the supermarket behind a lady that seems determined to pay for her milk and eggs with handfuls of ten-cent pieces.
She has pockets of “shrapnel” an apparently no short term memory as she continues to lose count and have to start again.
Obviously as mentioned in my earlier articles, some pain is a good thing.
Despite the fact that having a sore gluteus maximus can be a pain in the ass. (I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself).
Pain actually has a many uses, though the duration of pain is something I would like to address.
Some of the best lessons I have been taught have come from the wonderful teacher of pain.
They have not all been enjoyable at the time of experience but valuable none the less.
One of the most important lessons is the value of a good sense of humour.
Now hear me out…
I’ll let that concept sink in a little….
By that I mean that pain is not a thing, it cannot be touched, bottled, nor thrown at a divorcee (though who doesn’t want to do that).
In fact, pain is an electromagnetic signal that is picked up an interpreted by the brain.
Beware, scientific information will follow.