Could *GASP!* John Mayer Be Right? Please Say It ‘Aint So!
Posted on | August 12, 2009
So, am I here, just waiting on the world to change? As much1 as John Mayer pretty much makes me vomit, it’s a valid question.
What is it about life where you’re just waiting for it to change without making a turn of the wheel?
You see, when that change is surreptitiously dumped on me I seem to flourish. It’s like my brain, as feeble as it is at times, can only handle the great big events and not the paper cut, on the index finger that diminishes my ability to type or hold a cup of coffee.
I’ve often written on the subject of change; both great and small - and I still live in question as to its place in my life.
“God only gives you what you can handle.”
It’s been reassuring thoughts like that that have kept me going to this day.
I’m going back to school. Yes a classroom filled with bright, young EAGER students looking to show off in front of the old man. Proving, once and for all that old age question, “Youth triumphs over the elderly.”
Not to be self-defeating but there’s this voice in the back of my head that remembers a time when I as a young man2 thought the older generation knew nothing. They were, in fact, quite stupid and it was I with my “Flock Of Seagulls” haircut that had all the answers.
And maybe it’s not that we village elders don’t know anything but that maybe that we’ve lived long enough to have more questions?
Life hasn’t gotten more black and white as in the days of my Halcyon mornings: It’s gotten much, much, more gray.
Oh yes, without question the foundations of my beliefs are still there. Racism is WRONG. Cruelty is WRONG. Lack of love is WRONG.
Those are principles in which I don’t believe I could ever let go of and nor would I want to. But…well…the smaller things in life…?
Does this make sense?
I’m in a place that I never thought I’d be.
There’s an old saying3
“Man plans, God laughs.”
Not that I believe in fate or anything like that but you know we have all these plans when you’re young. About the kind of person you THINK you’re going to be and, well, it just doesn’t work out that way sometimes.
Is it because I didn’t work hard enough?
Is it because a major catastrophe changed my path?
Is it that I’m just pissed off that I’m bald?
I just don’t know.
meandering time…
Now I seem to be looking at the current crop of “up ‘n’ comin’ celebs” and I’m stumped and shake my head and think, who the hell are they?
People like Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers. I mean, REALLY, who gives a shit? Yet when I was at that tender age of idolization it was “The Bay City Rollers” who really coaled my steam engine.
And for those of you NOT in the know…The Bay City Rollers were considered to be the pre-packaged fodder for unintelligible youths. Frozen dinners, created for the “Mom-On-The-Go-television-tray-ready”, propped up during, “The Price Is Right.”
But I want this new coalition of “tweenies” to just stop. Not just for the reasons that I think they are HUGELY untalented and MASSIVELY unwarrented but because they make me feel old. I’ll admit when a Miley Cyrus song comes on the radio I start to seizure and try to turn it off.
I REALLY need an editor don’t I?
Back to the original thought at hand, shall I?
So the question begets itself, like families in the Old Testament. Is age the be-all-and-end-all of the universe? Wisdom, which is a fabulous by-product4 of age, is very much a gift but you’re still left with a TON of unanswered questions.
Part of me condemns myself for not doing enough, a mea-culpa if you will of self flagellation. I just didn’t work hard enough.
“Scoundrel, you little ‘punim’, you; you gave up, way too early. (Pinch cheek here.)
Maybe I DID let go of me dreams far too early.
But in my defense5 I was reaching an age where the dreams of my ageless youth were coming to a dead end street. And honey ‘chile they was no U-turn available.
It was getting to a point that if I live past the current retirement age of 65 years of age, I’M FUCKED.
My future was at steak and I needed to do something6 RESPONSIBLE.
So here I am, typing this moment in time just waiting for the world to change.
No actually I’m waiting to win the lottery.
And until that time, “Mazel Tov!”
- AS MUCH!!! [↩]
- vibrant and WITH HAIR!! [↩]
- read it in a book by Harlan Coben - THANKS MR. COBEN!! [↩]
- like hot dogs, NOW WITH HOG’S ANUS AND COW LIPS!!! [↩]
- Uh-oh here it comes [↩]
- choking on the words as I type them [↩]
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