Someone Took My Toy Away

I was out with a friend today. Lovely amazing person to spend time with. And we were chatting, during which he reminded me that my blogs have been missing comedy as of late. I highly apologize to my readers. I agree my blogs have been of the dreary nature. To me my writing is whatever comes to mind, and lately it has been all sad and sorry.

Let me tell you dear readers, I am a happy person. I do get upset to a point where I don’t let go of that thought. But I try and find the humor in things also. I have been known to make a joke or two. Lame ones I might add, but jokes nonetheless. So yes, someone took my toy from me, that is what I want to talk about.

As children we are always at loggerheads with people around us, at kindergarten, the sandbox, among siblings, where we do not like to share. When it comes to sharing we grow up and learn to control our urges. However, as young kids, we have the tendency to cry out he/she took my toy away. How many times have you heard your younger cousins saying that, or your own children complaining this in regards to their toys?

As adults our toys change, however the sentiment is the same. Something was taken away from us. May it be a friend, a work assignment, credit for doing something, or anything under the sun. so what do you do when someone takes your toy away from you. Do you scream, or act like a total kid and throw a tantrum. While I’m a great believer in throwing a tantrum, it hasn’t been conducive till now.

Imagine a grown ass person, banging their feet on the ground, folding their hands and saying, they took my toy away from me. In fact, forget about imagining someone else, imagine your own self doing that. How would you look? Funny, idiotic, neurotic? Which would you choose for yourself. I suppose you wouldn’t call yourself idiotic or neurotic. While in retrospect someone else might very well use these words for you, if you were to do this in front of them.

We as adults find different ways of throwing a tantrum. We scream, we give the silent treatment. We at the end find fault in others. And then cherry on top we like to drag their name through the mud. Remember, how you enjoyed playing in the mud when you were young? The actual difference is that actual mud is good to play around in, this act of dragging someone’s name through the mud, as adults, that is just a shitty way of handling things.

Know why we call people who do that immature, it’s because it reminds us of the sandbox days. And who wants to be remembered by those days? Where we claim to have outgrown the sandbox and the tantrums. Was this post a little cheery as compared to the others. I suppose not, but hey come on I tried.

It was a valiant effort at making you lot smile. If not a laugh, I will suffice with a smile on your faces. Thinking of the days when you used to play in the sandbox and used to cry someone took my toy away!!!!