Many years ago, my favorite team the San Antonio Spurs took a quote from Jacob Riis to use as their motto.
Riis was talking about observing a sculptor and how he was able to do so much work and have it make such a little impact.
This is what he said: “When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.”
When it comes to creating your identity as a human being, it is like a sculptor pounding away at the rock that is you. It takes that vibrant, happy-go-lucky forehead of yours and gives you a pounding headache you lacked at a young age.
It pounds out all the smooth skin and makes it rough, dry, scaly and angry. It hardens and roughens you so much that all you can think about is how you wish you were the bitter young person you used to be and beat him over the head with a hammer and tell him to stop participating in sports, working hard, or being around people, because all that ever did for you was not win something and left you with this mess of a body and mind.
The bad back that has been carrying way too much front. The bad back that realized long ago that too many vertebrae were watching too many funny spine videos on YouTendons, and got fired from the Bitter Nerve Backtory.
The knees that decided to protest in downtown Kneeattle, and fought back against the Joint Chiefs of Staph Infections and demanded to be replaced by some professional Steelers from Pittsburgh.
A sculptor will do his or her best to harden away your smooth edges, chip up your smiling face, and push out that full bitter potential you’ve been working so hard to hide inside.
He will take his Almighty Thor’s hammer, the Mjolnir, and pound away at you 100 times or more, just like the sculptor to make that piece of you crack. Whether it be one more piece of your body giving out too early, a kid or other annoying person pushing your buttons, literally or figuratively, or one more object that you cared for and cause it to be lost, stolen, broken, or damaged beyond repair so you will lose all hope in humanity, your body, or stuffkind.
As the great author Jacob Riis mentioned, bitterness is not typically something your are born with (me being the exception), it is something you need to work at, chip by chip, piece by piece, pound by pound (the hammer and the weight). I encourage you all to work hard at, or be lazy at getting to your bitter place. Because there are two things in life that are inevitable, losing and bitterness and the faster you accept that the bitterer you will be.
ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH
Bitter Sculpted Ben
I wish we could amend that last bit to “losing weight” rather than plain old losing. Then I could probably be more cheerful about the other stuff.
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Yeah, the sculptor could be a little more generous with the sculpting of abs or sculpting away some of that extra weight.
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I think I’m a Henry Moore … huge and full of holes!
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I’m just a rhubarb. Full of bitterness.
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Just one more blow on my rock-solid head and all the angst, ugliness, and all-around bad qualities would have fallen away. I would have been perfection, and not that annoying fake perfection that would have made people want to throat-punch me. True perfection, and everyone would have basked in my aura of wonderfulness. But the damn sculptor gave up, threw down his hammer, and stomped away. You don’t wonder why I’m bitter. You know. It happened to you, too.
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Yep, the sculptor got to just before the point where he would have made any sort of progress on me, but held back and didn’t chisel on me.
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The lousy chiseler.
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I just wish the sculptor could chisel me some pizza.
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Mmmmm…. pizza… But would you really like pizza made from whatever the sculptor chisels from?
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A pizza sculpture would be awesome. Hopefully made out of cheese and pepperoni.
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Maybe I’ll take up sculpting.
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Maybe I will continue to eat pizza.
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I wonder if I’m too lazy to become bitter. I take lots of naps. Will nightmares make me bitter? How about all those little noisy things that wake me up from my naps? How about when I try to take a nap, but can’t sleep? I’m hoping one day I can become as bitter as you, but I wish to do so the lazy man’s way. By napping.
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Yeah, nightmares can make you bitter. Anything can. I am trying to prove all that in a court of law. As soon as I get off the couch to do so.
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Haha, you are so right. I just witnessed a Dutch athlete lose the last chance of getting to the finals of indoor cycling. His reaction: “It’s bitter. I am so bitter right now.”
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Oh my gosh, I would love to talk to that guy about it. So how are the Dutch doing in the Olympics? I hope as well as possible.
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Well, they do fine in sports nobody expects them to excel in, and are rubbish in everything people expect them to win a gold medal for.
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On the other hand, if we don’t dominate in everything or get a gold we are a failure. I’d much rather get a surprise one.
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So the Dutch AREN’T the only gold-obsessed ones! D:
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Nope we love getting more gold and silver and bronze than anyone else. We are kind of obsessed about getting more than anyone. A little greedy if you ask me.
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At least you want silver and broze as well. We only want gold, nothing else matters. Talk about greedy, I say the Dutch truly seem to be keen on money.
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We want it all and we want it now. I hear the US athletes don’t get near as much money as other countries, but if they are good enough, they get way more endorsements.
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Your kind of bitter is the best kind..:)
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I try my best to make bitter better.
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Chugging along to Bittertown. I think I can, I think I can…
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Bittertown is quite the place. Food tastes more bitter, people’s tastes, even worse.
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I am brainwashed and ready to succumb to the bitter sculpture that is my life.
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Every year of chipping away helps you become more bitter.
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Hah this post was perfect at this moment in time. I just recently found my diary from my first semester in high school, and my immediate reaction was, “How the hell did you have friends?” What a wonderful quote to live by though.
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Ugh, high school. I was a pretty unlikeable guy and it just kept getting worse the older I got. Every year, I got less smooth and more bitter.
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