Why Do Words Stop Me? – The Illustrated Insult #4

 

I would be insulted if you didn’t look at offering #4 of ‘The Illustrated Insult’ series!

 

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Sticks and Stones

I’ve let words stop my progress in life a LOT more than I’ve let physical setbacks. You wouldn’t think so given my physical history.  I cut myself falling over things hundreds times as a kid, stubbed my toe every day, got sunburnt, fell off bikes and skateboards regularly. I bodysurfed my way into faceplants in the sand, snow skied into trees going down expert slopes I never should have been on, kicked sprinklers hidden in ivy while running full bore looking for a lost tennis ball.  I’ve run marathons that had me wiped out and promising to never run one again. And of course there was the boat explosion I’ve mentioned before where I was blown up and burned on 70% of my body.   

None of these physical accidents, stupidities, injuries, wounds, etc. ever help me back from anything (once I recovered of course).  I didn’t move ahead with doubt or fear. Maybe I moved forward with a bit of wisdom (I hope) but I still felt confident I could tackle whatever I wanted, including those same things that had caused the injury.

Words Will Ever Hurt Me

But here is the curious thing, I have let my career be stopped again and again by words.  Harsh words of critique, the absent words of praise, the second-hand words of gossip, the unspoken but assumed words of disdain or condescension, the ‘helpful’ words of correction.  Why is it that I, someone supposedly confident (and I am to a large degree) is stopped in his tracks by mere words?  Why are these such powerful insults to my psyche?  What is the difference between ‘sticks and stones’ and ‘words’?

I would like to hear your ideas and stories about this.

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Drawing and commentary by Marty Coleman

Quote by Sigmund Freud, 1856-1939, Austrian Neurologist and Psychoanalyst

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The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.  

Anatomy is Destiny

 

Vintage Saturday – A napkin from 2001 that I drew for my daughters and put in their school lunches. No, they were not little kids, they were in high school and yes I did make their lunches for them.
Explain this to me.  I often look back on the quotes I choose 8-9 years ago and it’s hard to remember why I chose them. If there had been a conversation about gender or race or looks perhaps. Or maybe it was something I have forgotten completely.  Considering the quote is by Sigmund Freud I am sure there is a lot to get out of it.
What does this mean to you?
Drawing by Marty Coleman of The Napkin Dad Daily
Quote by Sigmund Freud, 1856-1939, Austrian neurologist, founder of psychoanalysis as a therapeutic method of psychiatry.