Do You, Do You ?

I’m sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather pappa chair in my living room. I know where I am, I know who I am, and I know why I’m here. I’m not confused. But only because I’ve been following Big Louie’s best advice of all time: “Do You.” “Do You,” means think for yourself, and never let anybody else eat your hunch. “Do You.” Just two words. But they clear up all kinds of confusion, and sometimes they even lower your blood pressure to within human tolerances.

 There’s nothing better for creating confusion than statistics. For example, statistics will tell you not to celebrate when your best buddy gets married. After all, statistics show that half the marriages in America end up in divorce. And statistically, that means the other half end up in death. So any expert worth his statistics will tell you to put down that Champaign. Try to talk your buddy into saving his life, or saving his savings from some divorce lawyer. Just because he’s sweaty, pulse pounding, eyes bugging out in love with a Catherine Zeta Jones look alike, who can’t wait to rip his clothes off him, cook him escargot, and pheasant under glass, and chill his wine, and spend the rest of her life rubbing his back and telling him how wonderful he is…think about the statistics man. Right.

 “Do You” clears up confusion. It means more than just think for yourself. It means any time you’ve done some thinking, and you’re still not absolutely clear about what you should do, ask yourself what instinctively makes sense to you. Trust that instinct guy who lives down deep in your gut… even when he’s disagreeing with all the experts who write the books. The experts are working for their publishers. Your gut guy is working for you. 

 I guess you can tell, I’m a little torqued off right now. The Wall Street Journal  just published a book excerpt by a big time relationship expert, that called modern women, “dishonest, self-involved, slutty, manipulative, shallow, controlling and gold digging.” And the expert who wrote the book is a woman.

 That’s mind boggling to me. So I thought about it for a while. After all…the woman who wrote it is an expert. She’s a woman…and it’s the Wall Street Journal, for God’s sake.

 But I know some modern women…including two daughters, four grand daughters, three daughters in law, a couple of friends, and most of all, my Lady Wonder Wench…and none of them are dishonest, self-involved, slutty, manipulative, shallow, controlling or gold digging.” I tend to take insults like that personally, when they involve people I love.

 I guess I’m a little super sensitive to it right now, because my Lady Wonder Wench had a very bad accident a while ago…and I almost lost her. And I don’t take kindly to anything that would hurt or insult her.

 So it’s a good time to remember Big Louie’s advice…”Do You. Don’t let anybody else eat your hunch.” Pay attention to the gut guy inside. It not only clears up any confusion, but it has a tendency to lower my Brooklyn born and bred blood pressure…which is good.

 Dick’s Details Quiz. All the answers are in the current podcast 

1- Why did “The Cup” come befort “The Helmet?”

2- What’s another word for script ?

3- What does the word “experts” mean ? 

Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.

 Women are not dishonest, slutty, self involved, gold digging, shallow and controlling. Some women are some of those things some of the time. But get real. “Do You.” Calm down. My gut guy says that even now, when we touch computer screens more often than we touch each other, it’s easy to put your finger on what’s real, and what’s not.

 Think for yourself how that starts out. When you were a baby, one of the first things you did was to find your own fingers. Then when you knew where yours were, you noticed there were bigger fingers nearby. Much bigger than yours. And you liked curling your fingers around those bigger fingers. You learned that they belonged to somebody you could trust. You started connecting that feeling with a soft voice, and a face with a smile. You learned that you could hold on to that hand, and use your legs to walk. That hand made you feel secure. Then you learned to let go of that hand…and take a few steps until another hand caught you and kept you from falling. That was probably the same hand that held up a two wheel bike for you, till you got it to ballance. You gradually learned to feel what was real. You made a fist, you held a pencil, you shook hands, you held a steering wheel, you held another hand, warm, about the same size as yours, you felt someone’s lovely body in your hands…you held a baby…and felt those little fingers in your hand.

 A long time ago, I found out you can stir a little of both…the real, and the unreal…together…and make a good feeling happen in the fingertips of your imagination. That’s where the Quiet Hands personal audio cd came from. There is a story called, “The Romance Novel Fingertips” in the Quiet Hands cd. I put it in the current podcast, because I wanted to do that for the estrogen enriched among us…the Louie-Louie Generation ladies, who were so hurt and insulted by the Expert with the book in the Wall Street Journal. I guess you can tell that kind of torqued my testosterone. The Romance Novel Fingertips is from the Quiet Hands personal audio cd. If you like the Romance Novel Fingertips, you can just keep the current podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just download it from the Quiet Hands icon on the opening page.

 So…”Do You. Never let anybody else eat your hunch.” Trust the gut guy all the way down deep inside you. “Do You.” If it works for you the way it does for me, tell a friend about it. Then when your friend gets confused and upset, you can always have some fun with it. You can say…hey… do you “Do You” ?

One Response to “Do You, Do You ?”

  1. aliasJean Fox says:

    actually – expert —
    ex = has-been or was
    spert is a quick drip of water
    so expert is has-been drip

    or “pert” is “cute” so could be “was cute”