Familiarity breeds content

Go back and read that title a second time a little slower - it is not what you first thought. Sometimes there is nothing better than the warm embrace of familiarity, especially when things are a little off kilter.

I have a buddy, let's call him John Clayton because he is a tree guy (I promise you that makes sense). He went through one of the nastiest things a person can, the breaking up of a consensual partnership where there was a short person that joined the consenualness prior to the partnership dissolving  (marriage and kid that went to no marriage but still a kid for those of you who need me to stop writing like I have a degree in Pompous Gasbag). Well John was having a hard time transitioning from being at home and seeing Little John every day to not seeing him every day, but then he got re-inolved with something that bought him content.

Rugby :) That is right, as usual this weeks post as are the majority has something to do with rugby :)

But on a serious note it was the familiarity that bought him content, it took him away from the stress of the everyday and let him spend some time in a familiar happy place.

Another buddy, we will call him The Chiropractor, living a long way from home, happy and loved with an awesome family was missing something, that little taste of home. You know what I mean right, especially if you don't live in your parents basement, if you travel away from family and home there is always that little part of you that is not whole. Well the Chiropractor through a buddy meet a person we will call Goose, and Goose connected him with something that took him emotionally at least a little bit back home, a familiarity that bought content.

Yes, rugby again :)

There is something about the sport that just connects the right people - sure there is the odd wrong person who thinks they love the game - but not for the right reason, a bit like the people that like kicky round ball because of the assholes that go to watch the game just so they can have a fight. Sure, that is a standard for team sport however I can only refer to what I know. I do know that the kinship felt by people that have bled on the paddock is akin to the brotherhood that you find in the military, most especially in the US from my experience.

You can find that content in listening to the music of your youth, watching movies you watched back then, baking a Pavlova but it is not quite the same. Having a buddy/buddyette that had been there man, really been there man is where the familiarity really breeds a type of content that can reach down and pick you up, sometimes without you knowing that you even needed to be picked up.

Familiarity breeds content, let it envelop you when you need it and offer it up when someone else needs it from you.


This weeks post was bought to you by what I thought was a smart play on words, was motivated by The Earl of Greystoke, my Samoan Cuz and by the game that has put me through so much and the worse is yet to come but I wouldn't trade a moment of it - and I wasn't even very good but damn it I had some fun and I still do today :) This content is good.

Work hard, play hard and earn your inspiration.

Happy Poets Day


Footnote:
John Clayton is the Earl of Greystoke who was Tarzan - The Tree Man. Told you it made sense :)