Thursday, March 31, 2011

Life Is A Fairytale

I like songs about sex. They bring to mind youth and vigor, and at this time in my life, the twilight of my years, all I have is memories of my past. We are nothing more than the sum of our experiences, and I like to think that my life is 2+2. I've not done a lot since I escaped my mother's womb. I've done things I'm ashamed of and things I'm proud of, but ultimately everything had very little meaning. Its the experiences of a life not worth living that intrigue me.
When I was 18 I got a job in a restaurant. It was the worst job I ever had, but maybe its only because of how I left.
When I was 20 I fell in love for the first time. She taught me the rules of physical love.
When I was 22 I joined the Navy.
When I was 30 I left the Navy, and actually started my life.
When I was 31 I fell in love and got married.
When I was 35 my son was born.
When I was 37 my son died.
When I was 38 I got divorced.
When I was 40 I started a journal.
When I was 45 I started my own business.
When I was 50 I learned the secret to happiness.
When I was 54 I realized I was a fool.
When I was 60 I retired and have been living off my savings until now.
When I was 70 I realized I had made no impact on the world.
When I was 79 I became alright with that fact.
When I was 80 I wrote my will, giving everything to the Red Cross.
When I was 82 I wrote this.
I haven't lived a full life, and the fact that all I have is a single page of experiences that stand out to me is evidence of this truth. I am not the smartest man in the world, nor am I the dumbest. I'm not special, or singular, or unique in any way. I have been completely ordinary. Every once in a while, though, I remember that feeling of standing on a precipice, like the world is my oyster. Those are the times that I turn on Kiss or The Sex Pistols. To remember more fully my youth. I stopped living when I was 16, and didn't realize it until 66 years later. I'm sorry this isn't longer, but if you were looking for something interesting, it might have been a good idea to read Kurt Vonnegut instead.

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