Brunt: (n) the worst part a specified thing
As a man, I must learn how to take the brunt without becoming a brute.
Maybe that’s also true for women. I’m not sure.
It isn’t an issue of being macho–it is more the situation of realizing that somebody will probably end up being the fall guy, and choosing that position is better than being drafted.
I’ve always been proud of the fact that I provided for my family, but there were close moments. There were some times when groceries were less plentiful.
And I will certainly confess that my big, fat belly wanted to take the lion’s share of the macaroni and cheese and hot dogs, but instead, I divided it evenly among the family–only to realize there still was not enough, and limited my intake to a couple of quick bites over the pan on the burner.
There is pain in life.
It is always better to count the cost and choose what portion you’re going to receive.
But to live in a world where no one is willing to take the brunt of the responsibility is to welcome a congress of liars and an adult playground occupied by emotional babies.