But then......
As our bones and bodies grow in childhood... soon after we've made the transition from Big Chief Tablet (with the dotted line midway so we can form our letters perfectly).. we gradjugate to lined paper. Wide lined, true, but later, we move to 'college rule' paper. Tween, somewhere after BC and before CR, a make believe microphone is cast in our face with "Whatta you wanna be when you grow up?"
Then, not long after.. we'd thought and thought and thought about that.. our bodies change.... you know. What in the wide, wide world of sports is'a goin' on here? Some, get "the talk", most don't. We go to sock hops, doo-wops, burger hang-outs, shared seating in bleachers.. our eyes funnel through, finally, aha, "Oh baby... her (or him.)" That's the one.
We go from multiple choice... to opt, pick one, as in true-false. Sometimes we 'ace it', sometimes we fail, we're left to give up, go home, hibernate, look in the mirror and 'no likey' the image we see. .......... or, we gleefully switch to fill in the blank (on Second Thought, or, plan B) and enjoy the hell outta life.
Old Spice dashed on, a little dab of Brylcreem, Sunday best... or mebbe, resume' in hand, Indeed all filled out, we press send in hopes of getting THE job, career, future, that Big Chief-College rule inbetween dream.
Si, once upon a time, "and they lived happily ever after" happens.. could be, "and, then, he (she) got that job, worked for forty-two years at the same company, watched his (or her) 401K grow from laughable, to "Honey, let's get the hell outa here, buy that RV and go, do, whateverinthehell we wanna." It works, or can. Or has.
Ah, the perfection of life... no, hangon, that ain't it. Sometimes, oft times, Jimmy smells/looks all yummy (the Old Spice, Brylcreem, Sunday best) ask "May I have this dance."... Sometimes, Jack, longing to be all work, no play, gets asks.... "May I have this job?"
And "no" happens. If you dared to cast yourself, your heart out in the middle of a Junior High gaggle, ask, hear that 'no', devestation. "Oh shoot." Or mebbe you'd mortgaged four or five or six years of edjumacation funds, played and replayed the song "Well we're movin' on up" in your head as you proudly, excitedly opened that email.. and "nope, sorry, but thanks" happens, so, you're of age (I guess) to offer "Oh shit."
Humpty Dumpty. Depression. Give up. I'll just be an 'old maid', or, mebbe a lifelong 'creepy old man.' Ya might concede, join the remainder of the "I'll never get outta this town" folks and stuff envelopes for the next forty years at the Acme Company. And ya know, sometimes that works, ain't a bad thing!
Or mebbe Jimmy (and Jack) both hear "YES." Then, they might not live happily ever after, but, bumps in the road happen, could be "the hell was I thinking...NOT what I envisioned", or, "we have announced Chapter 11, in two months, we'll move to Chapter 7, all the best to you as you start anew."
A buddy of mine divorced. Devestated. Life, as he knew it. Over.
On second thought.......
Whoopi resorted to being a makeup artist in a funeral home. Gives a whole new meaning to "The Color Purple" eh? Brad, as in Pitt, drove a limo, moved furniture, and dressed as giant chicken mascot for a restaurant chain. Stephen King was a janitor. Ellen, yes, 'the Ellen', was a paralegal. Pope Francis was a bouncer at a nightclub in Buenos Aires. No Victor, say it ain't so. SO.
You Can't Always Get What You Want", ironically, was a B-side choice of The Stones. One or five more B-side songs you mighta heard of We Will Rock You.. Maggie May.. Colour My World.. Revolution.. Unchained Melody.. and....... Hound Dog.
My buddy up there. The one, "divorced... devestated.. life.. over." Met, fell (in a good way) and is the happiest I've ever seen him.
Victor, are you gonna preach?
No, Jimmy V is. Hearda him?
"Don't give up. Don't ever give up." Jimmy had terminal cancer. People asked him, "How do you get through life?
"Three things, every day. Every day, laugh. Number two is think, spend some time in thought. And number three is you should have your emotions moved to tears. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day., That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, yoiu're going to have something special."
Life really is special... if you let it B, so to speak.
Love, Victurd
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