“I like people but I like them in short bursts. I don’t like people in extended periods of time. I’m alright with them for a little while but once you get up past around a minute, minute and a half, I gotta get the fuck out of there. And my reason for this… one that you may share possibly… I have a very low tolerance for stupid bullshit.”—George Carlin (via abhor.) (via skysignal)
Time out can be used in a good sense and a bad sense.
Yeah, that whole time out thing when we were kids never happened for me. If I ever did something, I got a good ass whoopin. Like, LITERALLY. In my family, respect initially came out of fear (but ultimately grew into just plain old respect; don’t get it twisted, I love, look up to, and have the utmost respect for my parents). Who ever takes time outs seriously anyway? I don’t think I have ever seen a child genuinely learn any kind of lesson from getting a time out in all my years of baby sitting. They would throw a hissy fit, then inevitably do the same thing. I’m not saying I condone child abuse, because I am definitely not for it and am utterly sickened by it. But I do agree with an occasional spanking when necessary.
So, the good kind of time out. The kind of time out that people the age of at least 17 and over truly appreciate. The kind of time out where before, in the middle of, or after a hectic day, you withdraw yourself from reality to just collect your thoughts, your nerves, yourself, and just recenter. Those time outs are a necessity in this day and age where everything and everyone is moving a mile a minute. Without a time out, it’s hard to keep your sanity. You can start to lose yourself, lose who you are, lose your grasp on things, and start to drift away completely into anonymity. Putting yourself in a time out is vital to stay collected.