I have just realized that today was Tuesday (3 dark hours in some cultures) AND 13th (another bad omen in urban cultures everywhere, I think).
Lucky me, I got to spend it mostly indoors. Where I did not fall on anything, did not slip, burn, cut or any other similar activity. So I can safely say by now that Tuesday 13th is a good day to live and not hide. ;-) Or perhaps it was because I was not aware of it until it ended. Luckily, in this respect my mom was right: the older you get, the less superstitious smart people tend to get.
Talking about getting older - I realized one thing, not without a certain amount of surprise, I might add. When I was younger, my friends and I used to find "amusing" a lot of traits in a person and to get to be our laughing stock was a matter of couple of oddities away. At the time, I had a nagging tingling in the back of my mind that I might not be completely right (as young people have the urge to feel all the time) and that maybe, just maybe, I am prone to the same mistakes that made those people be laughed at by the self-righteous lot that we were, and I would most certainly not like to be given the same treatment. Not to mention the physical traits, right?!, that are still a huge laughable source.
And now I come to the realization that surprised me. I think that to laugh at someone is not so funny anymore. I am excluding from the very beginning the physical traits stuff. I mean, come ooon! This can be hilarious when you are 10 (at most), but to laugh because someone's big nose or large feet, that is ridiculous (pun intended). To be very clear, I am not referring to the situations when some 50 year-old dons a canary yellow miniskirt and matches it with the pepto bismol pink on the pout. Not this kind of avoidable ridiculousness.
Which makes me think - am I indeed right in the middle of the current leading to the self-righteous prick I always displayed the inclination of becoming? Am I getting too old too soon? If I am right, then why do I not see eye to eye with so many others of my age on this? I think of myself as one odd (pinkish, if I may choose) egg in the basket, but to what extent I am right and to what extent I am plainly (painfully but truthfully) wrong? To avoid confusion, I am not doubting myself (I rank pretty high in the self-confidence department) but I am constantly aware that since things can be right or wrong, I always have 50% chances to be wrong. Which is pretty high, and gives room to reevaluation.
All right, so, here is another post about me, myself and I and about how I can have too many principles stuffed up my alley. Well, suits you right for reading how I tend to see life.
And now I will end this post to move on to another. Mr. Laz threw down his glove. And I intend to rise up to the challenge.
1 comment:
Am I the only one to notice you? I find agreement with you in one particular area -- you are the odd egg in the basket and frequently pink (or at least how I remembered).
My generation sucks too, so don't get too worked up about your generation. Even The Who, who put their generation to music, found that his all turned to weenies and mortgage brokers.
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