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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on March 19, 2009, 01:52:21 PM
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Even though I wasn't in the mood to drag out the boat and row over to Skins's island, I did anyway, and damn, every time I go over there, it's like going to a reunion of my high-school graduating class.
It's always disconcerting, jarring.
Genetics of course have a great deal to do with how one grows older--but in the case of women, bearing infants excuses their own--and no one can fight genetics, but we all have at least some control over how we age.
I have two personal mottoes, one of which is "[franksolich], the same, yesterday, today, tomorrow, always the same," and from that one can (correctly) assume that I can still fit into, with room left over, clothes I wore at the age of 18 years, I still have all of my teeth, and a luxuriant head of dark brown hair.
I'm not bragging here, simply making a statement of fact that one has at least some control over how one grows older.....and of course I've had advantages many never did, such as the opportunity to live a pretty much carefree life.
But it's really depressing, watching my "classmates" grow old, fading into decreptitude, having lost their joy in life and all the people who enriched them.
I say "classmates" in quotation marks, because I'm referring to the primitives on Skins's island roughly circa near my own chronological age (give or take 12 years either way); I've been around Skins's island so long, and so much, these primitives and I might as well have been childhood playmates, high school classmates, college chums.
There's the instance of Playboy Pedro, commented upon yesterday (Wednesday).
And there's others such as Doug's ex-wife, who was the brainy girl in high school, but for whom Time has led to decay, what with her promiscuous consumption of mood-altering pharmaceuticals, leading to significant cerebral stoppage.
And the Bostonian Drunkard, the bon vivant, the hail-fellow-well-met of high school, but for whom Time has led to decay and flaccidity, what with his promiscuous consumption of alcohol, permanently paralyzing the brain-cells.
Or Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, the loud mouth and bully in high school, but for whom Time has led to decay and deterioration, what with his unrelenting anger and Hate mis-directed at the inappropriate targets.
Or the warped primitive, the quiet modest girl in high school wrongfully accused of being "horse-faced" and "ugly" (children and teenagers can be cruel, but far from as cruel as fully-grown primitives), but for whom Time has led to decay and self-loathing, because no man ever told her something about her was beautiful.
And on and on it goes.
I learned a couple of years ago, after the last high school reunion (the real-life one), after the photograph taken of the class was distributed, a high school classmate's kid, upon inspecting the faces and bodies, asked, "Why is somebody's kid in the picture, with all you old people?"
That's the way I feel about the high school "classmates" on Skins's island; it's all very sad, but we do have at least some control over how we grow older, again, women who have borne infants excepted.
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You know, frank, I think attitude is everything. If you see the cup as half full the challenges one encounters in life aren't as traumatizing or crippling. If the glass is only half empty, well any time some of that water spills out one goes into crisis mode. One of the most fascinating aspects of human nature is how differently people handle life's difficulties. One person can lose a parent while still a child, or suffer abuse, have a life-threatening disease and still wear a smile everyday and are genuinely happy to wake up each morning. Then there are those who have the most minor of setbacks, they can't afford health care, they don't get everything handed to them that they think they've earned simply because they've graced the planet with their presence. I understand suffering is relative...if the biggest tragedy you've suffered is a hangnail then losing a finger would feel like a catastrophe. But still, one has to engage the same toughness, the same attitude whether one overcomes abuse or a hangnail. And people that have had great tragedies don't always come out strong either. UGP is a prime example. There's no doubt it suffered much as a child because it is simply batshit crazy to the point I don't think it is even capable of separating the fantasy it's created with what really happened. Liberals as a general rule can't do hardship. It would make a fascinating study. Of course it could be that even though I had the childhood from hell I'm the one who's batshit crazy and I'm happy because I don't know any better. The human psyche is a mystery
Cindie
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Ooops, I forgot all about the subway cat, who in high school was the head cheerleader and beauty queen, but for whom Time has not treated well, because she let it get into her head.
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Ooops, I forgot all about the subway cat, who in high school was the head cheerleader and beauty queen, but for whom Time has not treated well, because she let it get into her head.
No way, Your kidding right Frank ?
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I can still fit into, with room left over, clothes I wore at the age of 18 years, I still have all of my teeth, and a luxuriant head of dark brown hair.
And in your avatar pic, you look damn spiffy I must say.
:-)
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No way, Your kidding right Frank ?
Probably not THE subway cat on Skins's island, but in real life, from my own high school class, someone who's very much like the subway cat.
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I don't think you can blame so much on having kids. We were meant to get back into shape. What in the world did our pioneer women do?
I think alot of it has to do with the amount of bitterness you let yourself feel. I had an acquaintence some years ago, she was about 43. She already had those two lines between your eyebrows etched in permanently, the kind that make you look pissed off and old. She was always grieved about something and thought that life was generally unfair. Sound familiar?
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Sound familiar?
Oh, yeah.
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I learned to fish, hunt, backpack, and just enjoy the out-of-doors. Even at 50 I still get excited about doing these things. I'm already getting the fly-fishing gear ready for the season, and deciding what I want to bring to our yearly camp-fest for the opening day of Trout season. (Sierra Nevada streams/last Sat in April)
No bitterness here, too much living to do!
:hyper:
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I learned to fish, hunt, backpack, and just enjoy the out-of-doors. Even at 50 I still get excited about doing these things. I'm already getting the fly-fishing gear ready for the season, and deciding what I want to bring to our yearly camp-fest for the opening day of Trout season. (Sierra Nevada streams/last Sat in April)
No bitterness here, too much living to do!
:hyper:
But you, sir, aren't a primitive.
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No way, Your kidding right Frank ?
I thought so at first, then I remembered my high school freshmen english teacher. She had been a cheerleader. When I had her class she was nine years out of high school and fell into the plus size category. She didn't have any kids. She was very bitter about her size. Thinking back, I can see she where she was harder on the pretty girls in her classes.
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Ooops, I forgot all about the subway cat, who in high school was the head cheerleader and beauty queen, but for whom Time has not treated well, because she let it get into her head.
I thought you'd say something like:
"Ooops, I forgot all about the subway cat, who in high school was the head cheerleader and beauty queen, but for whom Time has not treated well, because the sands of Time shifted with gravity....
My class had it's 30th back in 2007.
Minds are not the only things that broaden with time.... :-)
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Ooops, I forgot all about the subway cat, who in high school was the head cheerleader and beauty queen, but for whom Time has not treated well, because she let it get into her head.
Probably more like the school mascot. Remember UGP is one of those furries so it probably had her own costume already. Even then I doubt she was sane enough to even show up for try outs let alone string 3 coherent words together. I think she's always been a "big", well, I guess she was a girl back then.
Cindie