Friday, May 17, 2013

Choke










Michael W. Davis






What is it that makes us choke? I don’t mean like we swallowed a bone. I’m referring to the strange reaction that most struggle with when their heart strings are drawn tight. Could be the birth of a child, watching someone suffer through cancer, any of a dozen events we experience in our life that causes an invisible fist to reach down and squeeze off our air supply. The really weird thing is the reaction occurs not just with those we are connected to, but even strangers. How many have watched on TV when a father returns from overseas and surprises their child. Don’t know about you but that one especially rips my resistance apart.

Does it surprise ya that macho non metro guys would tear up, be moved beyond words. Here’s a shocker for ya. In private, away from curious eyes, I’ve had adult male buds choke when they talk about their deceased wife, a loss grandchild, even when they discovered their mate had violated their vows. Men do have emotions; we just erect walls, compartments to drive the outer expression away. That is, until we hit the big 5 by 5. Our testosterone sinks so far into the pits we no longer have the unfaltering foundation to hold back. Makes it rough, down right painful to suddenly release sentiments you were able to tank up your entire life. We don’t like it, we hate it, just have to live with it. Gets so bad, lot of guys flip the channel when a story comes on dealing with kids going through turmoil. That’s the worst for me. Dealing with a suffering child.

What I can’t figure is why our species has evolved that characteristic. Must be correlated to some purpose for survival. Or, maybe the real big guy upstairs tried to do us a favor, provide a reminder to what our time here is really all about; each other. Sad so many allow themselves to get wrapped in hate, in the the anger of progressive politics, the 99% demonization of the 1%. Oh well, perhaps some day they’ll simply wake up, right? Probably not.




6 comments:

Julie Eberhart Painter said...

Having housed my father-in-law between wives, I'm aware that men are emotional, yet wall it off to go about their days.

Grandpa grieved very privately,but once he was ready to move on, he was even more private. You should have seen him asking for permission from his son to marry again and move out.

Then I was emotional!

Big Mike said...

Yeah, us old fart increase out emotions exponentially as we get closer to the end. That's what makes us such enveloping writers.

Michael Davis (Davisstories.com)
Author of the Year (2008 and 2009)
Award of Excellence (2012)

Liz Fountain said...

Nothing more powerful than the unleashing of long-stuffed emotion. It can be equal parts lovely and frightening, but ultimately, it's a deepening of what makes us human.

Liz
http://lizfountain.wordpress.com

Julie Eberhart Painter said...

Well put, Liz.

Rhobin Lee Courtright said...

Historically, the roles of men and women have developed prejudicial stereotypes to the detriment of both sexes. The 'ideal' man has always been defined and judged by his courage and fearlessness. Emotion shows vulnerability and weakness, which is antithesis to that ideal. (Look at how media characterizes Representative Boehner.) Luckily for all, (LOL) the Feminist movement has worked to break these stereotypes. Age works, too, Mike, when you're old enough to know what others think just isn't that important.

Big Mike said...

Yeah Rhobin

Most of my hero's tear up when they lose love one's, just not if they break a nail (g).

Michael Davis (Davisstories.com)
Author of the Year (2008 and 2009)
Award of Excellence (2012)