Rage against Justin Bieber

I like to think of myself as a tough kid. I usually don’t let too much get to me.

There’s a quote in the movie A League of Their Own that is kind of my philosophy. Right fielder Evelyn Gardner makes a bad play, and Jimmy Dugan calls her on it, making her cry.

Me and Michael at Fenway 2009

He yells at her, “Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying! THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!”

I’m a HUGE baseball fan. If there’s no crying in baseball, there will be no crying. Period.

I’m pretty good at keeping it in. There are very few people who have ever seen my tears. But sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes my frustrations come out when I least expect it.

Sometimes they show up in my dreams. Recently I had nightmares all night. I don’t know why or what I dreamed about. All I can tell you is I woke up incredibly angry with Justin Bieber.

I don’t even know the poor boy. I’ve just heard his name. But he became my scapegoat. Rage against Justin Bieber. Oh, I didn’t do anything about it. I just pictured his face whenever I felt like screaming.

Weird? I agree. But, hey, but if Justin Bieber were the first thing that popped in your head after a night of unsettling bad dreams, you might feel a little rage toward the boy too.

I am so ashamed.

I try my best to keep a sunshine positive attitude. After all, it’s my choice. I can be happy. Or not.

But everywhere I’ve turned in the past three weeks, I have felt little darts. You know what I’m talking about. Snarky comments, hateful attitudes, hateful remarks, criticism, condescending suggestions, and the looks. Oh, how I despise the looks.

And even when I’m trying to do what’s right, I end up doing saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing and falling prey to the darts again, each time more aggressively.

Pop, pop, pop.

You know what I’m talking about. You’ve felt them too. But if you’re like me, you may not even know where they’re coming from, but you know it when you’re hit. You just don’t know who your enemy is.

The only thing I can compare this enemy to is the Yanamamo hunter. He lives in the Amazon rainforest, where he hunts his prey, often the monkey. 

When he hunts, he climbs a tree, eyes an unsuspecting monkey, takes a dart from his quiver, dips it into poison, inserts the dart into the blowgun, and then blows. The dart imbeds itself in the monkey’s flesh.

Pop. Dead monkey. Just like that. Monkey doesn’t even see it coming.

None of the other monkeys in the colony even notice their monkey friend is gone. They just go on, doing their monkey business. Ever felt like one of those targeted monkeys?

The thing is these monkeys don’t die immediately. They drop to the ground and run away to isolate themselves. Then they die. It usually takes a while for the poison to take effect.

Isn’t that what happens when we take a hit emotionally? We feel the immediate sting. We try to dismiss it, but then we let it get under our skin, and the poison takes effect.

We become just one more casualty in the ongoing spiritual warfare.

It gets worse. Want to know what the poison’s made of? Frog juice, actually the alkaloid poisons in the frog’s skin. The poison leaves the victims unable to move, their muscles paralyzed. Eventually the victims die of heart failure.

Wow. So let’s see if you are following my little analogy. Note the steps.

Enemy uses his vessel to project poison into unsuspecting victims. Victims become paralyzed with broken hearts. Victims die.

Wow. The native’s poison darts and the enemy’s cruel words are both deadly.

But there is a bright side, though there is no current antidote for the toxin of the poison dart frog, there is an antidote for cruel words. Kindness.

I know a lot of you, like me, have had to deal with hurt this week. I’m truly sorry. I wish I could do or say something to make you feel better. A kind word here or there—maybe an email or a gift or a simple chat–can make all the difference. I know.

Just when I’ve least expected it this week, I had someone out of the blue to do something to mend my broken spirit and to make me feel so much better.

So you—if you’re reading this, THANK YOU.

My goal for this upcoming week is to stop thinking about me and to start thinking about others. I will start by making a public apology to Justin Bieber.

Dear Justin, I am very sorry that I targeted you as my scapegoat this week. I’m sure you are a fine young man, and I wish you only the best. Just stay out of my dreams—and my nightmares.

As for everyone else, if there is something I can do for you, let me know. Got a prayer request? Leave me a comment. Send me a message or a text. Call me. Let me know how I can send a blessing your way.

We help ourselves when we focus on others.

Just a side note: Talking about frogs, especially poison dart frogs, has been one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve done this week. I hate frogs. When I was five years old, I had a dream that I was riding my hobby horse and a frog reached up, opened its mouth and swallowed my foot. This dream traumatized me. My parents tried to tell me that frogs were too little to eat a human foot. I believed them. THEN, while researching info for this blog, I saw this picture. My parents lied to me. Look at the picture of the frog at the bottom of the blog. THAT frog could swallow the boats of NBA players Yao Ming or Shaquille O’Neal. Now I’ve got that to worry about. *Sigh* Oh well. Pleasant dreams.





13 thoughts on “Rage against Justin Bieber

  1. Hey. I enjoyed this. 🙂 I, too have experienced a dart the past two months. And I hate frogs too. I’m relieved to know I’m not the only one. Anyway, pray for Benjamin. He’s been going through a lot. I have to but he’s taking it worse than I am.

  2. I’ve felt quite a few darts lately too. It takes the smallest thing to bring a person down. Sometimes it’s unintentional, though.

    But even still:

    “The thing is these monkeys don’t die immediately. They drop to the ground and run away to isolate themselves. Then they die. It usually takes a while for the poison to take effect.”

    Totally understand what you mean here. Good post.

  3. I loved this blog. I really like the analogy. How in heaven’s name did you come up with that? Sometimes it helps take rage out on a simple picture and doodle some devil horns. We all experience darts whether it be in phone calls, texts, or even your face. It is never a pleasant experience. Thanks for being an encourager through what you say, and yes, you are most definitely an encourager in what you write. I am sure me and all those other happy, little people who read your blog were just as uplifted by your exotic analogy and kind words.

  4. haha that’s amazing. You seriously should listen to one of Justin Biebers songs, then you won’t feel as bad.
    Also, I’m sorry you had to feel some of those poison darts. I think I’m immune now because the people who used to hurt me the most when I was younger, hung out with me last night. I felt it a few times, the poking and looks, but today I’m fine because it doesn’t matter. I’m a lot happier than them 🙂
    I also loved the analogy, I love frogs 🙂

  5. Hahahahaha! I love that comment about listening to Justin Bieber’s song.

    You know, I think things get to us most when we aren’t up to par. I’ve felt a little cold coming on for sometime, and it finally hit today with the sniffles and coughing and all that. Now I know it will run its course and be gone eventually. I should be feeling 100% soon.

    I’m glad you felt confident and strong enough to handle the “darts” from last night. That’s good.

    I’m just not so sure about the frogs. Ha. They still scare me. 🙂

    • I actually was neutral on the topic of Justin Bieber until the radio station decided to torture its listeners with his newest popular song. But I survived, luckily.

      That totally makes sense, being sick is horrible. Feel better soon!

      Good luck with the big frogs then 😀 because I’d probably just hug them instead of running away screaming.

      • Thanks! 🙂 I have a doc appt. Tuesday, so I hope I’ll be up to par soon. As for the froggies, hmm. They’re still pretty scary to me. 🙂

  6. Hi Tee! I love reading your articles and stories! You pull me right in with your honesty and I can always relate! Let me start by saying, I love frogs! Not real live ones, but the fun decorative frogs you can buy as knick knacks or that adorn themselves on fabrics. One year my husband got me a frog band that was sound activated. When I owned my store, to my fabric buyer’s dismay I ordered a bolt of fabric with frogs playing all kinds of instruments. On a deeper a note I can really relate to the quandary of forcing a positive attitude when you feel you’ve been unjustly treated. Making the choice not to be offended is awfully difficult and for me, sometimes impossible no matter how many Joyce Meyers books I read.

  7. Thank you so muchfor the kind words. It really is hard to stay positive when you feel that negativity welling up inside. I usually get really frustrated on top of upset because Iknow how I should be feeling, but I just don’t feel positive. Fortunately, God tends to send the right person along at just the right time. I think I’m a mess left to myself. 🙂

    I agree frogs can be cute when they’re decorative. 🙂 It’s those live ones that get to me! 🙂

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