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Frustration over a radio
Frustration, according to the dictionary, is disappointment or defeat, but what it actually means is you're all shook up. Here lately, rather than having to watch Arthur Godfrey or Wyatt Earp, I've been reading a book on psychology. Reading the book is a little frustrating but it's not as bad as Godfrey and Earp. This book says most anything can happen to you if you get too frustrated and it's something you had sure better watch out for. Reading the book sure did help me in a lot of ways. I found out what my trouble is and all I've got to do now is to read another book that'll tell me what to do about it. That's one bad thing about reading - you find out how ignorant you're and have to keep on reading. Got Early Start Humans, according to the book, start getting frustrated at an early age. Parents who refuse to pick up a bawling infant are frustrating the child. Later on, when you refuse to buy him an ice cream cone he gets frustrated and he yells and screams and throws a fit on the drug store floor. By this time you're frustrated, too, so you go ahead and buy him the cone which you should have done in the first place. You can always whip a child after you get him away from public view. Besides, it's not as bad for a child to be frustrated as it is for an adult, because a child, by screaming, can give vent to its emotion. An adult has to go around with suppressed emotion, which is the worst kind, according to the book. Just to look at me, handsome, suave, and smiling, you wouldn't think I had a frustrated bone in my body. What I've got is suppressed frustration, which is covered in Chapter Three of the book, and is downright serious. It's an accumulative disease, in that suppressed frustration builds up and finally something has to give. What Causes It Lots of things can bring on frustration, like what happened Saturday night, I was trying to pick up the Auburn- Houston game, but our town is situated geographically so that it's almost impossible to get an Alabama station after sundown. What I finally got on my radio was the Auburn- Houston game, the Tech- Tulane game, a male vocalist singing something about a honey-comb and a Mexican announcer giving a play-byplay account of a championship ping-pong tournament or trying to get somebody to help him put out a fire in the station. He was sure talking fast about something. What I wanted to do was to get my long-tom shotgun and blast the radio sky-high, but neighbors are mighty funny about people shooting shotguns late at night. It was a splendid example of suppressed frustration. What I finally did was to take the radio and bust it against the wall, which stopped both football games and the honey-comb man, but that Mexican kept right on jabbering. Just this morning, I got frustrated all over. I saw my name in a newspaper and the piece started off real good, saying all kid of nice things about me. There is something strange about my name and how well I can spot it in print. I can't see a stop sign on a highway and I can't tell whether a bill-board is advertising Serutan or Sipotol, but I can spot my name in a newspaper 30 feet away. This article about me was getting real interesting at the bottom of a column and it said to turn to page 8, which I did, but somehow the remainder of the article got left out.
Newspaper articles about lung-cancer being caused from smoking cigarettes get me frustrated too. One article says they do cause it and another article says they don't know such. It sure does take a lot of courage and will-power nowadays to keep on smoking. Most of the weaklings have long since quit.
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