One of those days weeks months?

When I was a kid, there was a toy I saw advertised on TV. It was a child-size inflatable/plastic clown that you punched which, once hit, would fly backward only to right itself. The children in the ads looked like they were having a swell time walloping on the clown. This toy may still be around and it’s possible I’ve remembered it inaccurately but in my mind’s eye, it’s a smiling clown figure. We never owned one – doesn’t strike me as the kind of thing my parents, or mother at least, would have sanctioned. I suppose I could Google it now to see if I recalled toy correctly or to find a picture but I really don’t feel like it and skipping that step is not gonna hurt the rest of my point.

My point being there are sometimes periods in my life – a day or a week or a month – when I feel like I am that clown and a giant fist keeps swinging up, seemingly out of nowhere and socking it to me. I reel back, stunned, and then straighten out my bearings again, only to take another one on the kisser. Sort of like this:

Artist's quick-n-dirty rendering from memory. Which may or may not be exactly right.

Artist’s quick-n-dirty rendering from memory. Which may or may not be exactly right.

30 thoughts on “One of those days weeks months?

  1. Jim Link

    One of my co-teachers eons ago kept one of these “masochistic” clowns in the teachers lounge ; he would pummel it periodically when wanted to vent about his more egregiously annoying students. It was great performance! He had good footwork, would dance all around it, jabbing like Muhammad Ali, cursing it ( mildly), taunting , challenging, mocking. It was delightful fantasy revenge ; he (the teacher) had us in stitches……….

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    1. writerinsoul Post author

      Sorry you’ve had a rough month. I find that life ebbs & flows for me; good things happen in chunks and so do not-so-good things. (As long as I can still find humor in things, I can press on.)

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  2. vanbytheriver

    Sorry, Colette. Those days happen to us all. It’s a challenge to stay positive, but so worth it . There’s usually a life lesson in there somewhere. ☺

    That thing was indeed a clown. My younger siblings had one…they took out their frustration/aggression on it, at a time when my family needed a punching bag.

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  3. Andrew Davis

    When I was 8 years old, I received such a punching bag with Darth Vader’s face and body on it. I was thrilled that Christmas and received no end of joy stepping up to this Mommy and Daddy-inflated monster that wobbled, just waiting to be whacked. It had a good foot and half on me and so when I struck it sometimes knocked me back, throwing me on my butt as it wobbled back into place. Over several weeks, Darth Vader lost air. By mid-January, when I struck, it staggered around, still grounded on a heavy sandbag bottom, but now flopped helplessly, bereft of air to fight back. The good news? At least in the short term I had my parental inflation method to bring Vader back to life.
    Life has the potential to suck the air out of us. It’s important we know what we can do to re-inflate ourselves.
    Thanks providing the air, Colette!

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    1. writerinsoul Post author

      Haha, Andrew! I had no idea there was a Darth Vader punching bag. It does seem apropos that he got some licks in, for awhile at least. I never really liked clowns but I’m not sure what face/image on such a toy would have suited me. As an adult, I’ve thought I might like one of those little punching bags like you see in boxing movies. I’ve got it! Somebody should make an adult line of punching bags but with faces! Plain brown is so uninspired.

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