subscribeHealthy or Creepy?
by dusty on Aug.25, 2009 , under Uncategorized
Breakups can be some of the toughest situations to handle in terms of emotional distress.
We all deal with separation in different ways. Some people hole up solo with only a pint of ice cream and their thoughts, others go out and surround themselves with action, looking for any distraction they can find, and some folks find their peace in the solitary suffering of copious hours spent working out.
Almost comically, many of the girls I’ve dated have chosen the same method for moving beyond torpedoed relationships — they cut their hair short. I’ve never been able to determine whether this is akin to a final act of defiance (it’s no secret I’m a fan of long hair) or some sort of statement of personal affirmation. Either way, it’s a healthy means of dealing with an emotionally volatile situation. No one gets hurt, and it achieves the desired ends — a little peace of mind.
Me? I’m partial to a good old-fashioned bender when it comes to going on the rebound. It’s not that the alcohol helps me forget — it doesn’t. It’s that if I get good and liquored up, and make a few key poor choices, I’ve suddenly got bigger, more pressing problems on my hand than the ex I was worried about. It’s certainly not the most healthy means of dealing with the problem, but deal with it it does.
So I shouldn’t be the first to cast a stone when I see someone dealing with a bad breakup in what I perceive as an unhealthy way, but in the case of the woman, the auto mechanic and the “Brett Favre goat,” I feel justified in saying this lady ought to have had her head examined before she got her serpentine belt looked at.
If you haven’t seen the story yet, here’s what the AP had.
“WINONA, Minn. — A woman on her way to St. Paul really got the goat of auto repairman James Prusci. She went to Tires Plus in Winona Friday, wanting a belt replaced on her Chevy Malibu. While he was doing paperwork, she said she had a goat in her trunk. “A what?” he asked. She told him she planned to butcher it.
It was painted Minnesota Viking colors — purple and gold — with Brett Favre’s No. 4 shaved on its side. Favre made his Vikings debut Friday in a preseason game.
Prusci called animal control, which took the goat to a local vet. He was renamed Brett and placed in foster care.
Animal control officer Wendy Peterson said Monday the city attorney was reviewing the case for possible citations.“
Now all of us in Packer Nation have been wincing our way through the past week since Brett Favre made what may have been his worst decision since some of those throws he tried to make in his last game as a Packer, deciding to don the purple, gold and (utterly ridiculous) horned helmet of the Minnesota Vikings. Some of us have cussed him out, privately or oh-so-publicly, uttering things we’d never imagined we’d say about our venerable hall-of-famer. Others have even gone so far as to wonder whether the Packer organization ought to reconsider the decision to retire the quarterback’s iconic number in a state where “Favre” used to be synonymous with “Four.”
I’ve taken the split pretty hard myself, so I’ve done my share of trash-talking. I also have my plans in place to watch Favre get repeatedly introduced to the sod at Lambeau Field via Kampman, Hawk, Barnett and a whole host of other helpful folks, in what I’m hoping could be a productive catharsis on November first.
But much as an ex-girlfriend coping with her grief by hanging you and burning you in effigy ought to raise your eyebrows, a Packers fan hoping to sacrifice a proxy-Favre goat in order to appease her sense of hurt feelings probably warrants a cursory glance from the good folks at the happy farm.
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August 26th, 2009 on 8:33 am
I have been guilty of doing the post-relationship haircut myself, but a goat is going a little–much? I would like a little more back story on this woman however. She may have a very plausible story. Perhaps, you see, she is a goat farmer and routinely butchers goats. Maybe, since she is such a successful goat farmer, she has created several rivalries in her area. Since her rivals obviously would know of her love for the Packers (the lawn ornaments most likely make it obvious all hours of day and night) they decided to taunt her. The taunting took the form of vandalizing her prize goat. In response she was going to drive it to Min. and give it its due–slaughter.
I mean there are two sides to every story right?
My first step in getting over Brett was to put my treasured jersey to the back of my closet and snap at anyone who mentions his name. I’d rather pretend he doesn’t exist (until he is smashed into the oh-so-frozen tundra).