Well....... they ain't. Never have been, never will be.
I'm fat. She's skinny. He's rich. DAYUM she's tall. That guy could do standup, I swear... I come close to losing my breath from laughing. dayum near pass out when he gets on a roll.
I don't really find him funny, but, whatever, and I'm not offended if you do.
D. D lost his job at the plant because the owners, having difficulty getting employees to fill openings due to the extremely rural nature of the plant and the city it was in, were pretty much forced to shutdown and relocate to a more urban location. D's wife worked nights at Casey's, slept during the day whilst the kids were in D's hands, or, at school.. he'd fetch em with him when he went to Dollar General to grab some groceries... and he was always embarrassed when he had to get out his EBT card to pay.
K. K was in line behind D... noticed he'd included a bag of chips.. and a 2 liter of Pepsi. With EBT card in one hand, D pulled them out of the cart with the other, and K exhaled that exhale of disgust as if Uncle Sam himself had opened her purse, grabbed a five dollar bill out to pay for them. R stood behind K who was behind D. D was putting his cart up, making sure his kids held hands as they walked to the car... R, who was behind K, who was behind D, had paid, then walked over to D... without knowing specifics.. said, "You're a good man friend...I can tell the kids love you... I'll bet they enjoy those Fritos, I sure did when I was a kid.. and, hey, I loved Snickers too.. so here's a couple of 'em for you.. I won five bucks on a scratcher ticket, paying it forward to your kiddos!" THANK YOU SIR! D felt better.
V, were you being judgmental about K? Maybe, forgive me Father. She's certainly entitled to her opine, I just don't 'get' that she has no idea of his situation... and, I don't really think chips and pop is/are an overreach, as in 'foul'. And, on toppa that, I thought the exhale was in pretty bad taste, even if a belief. But again, I understand MANY share her belief.
H. H is a young man, Junior in HS, happens to be black. The only black in his school.. the only other black child in the district is his 6th grade sister, P. H and C sit by each other in two classes, have become really good friends, take breaks together.. and recently, C agreed wholeheartedly and thankfullly to go to prom with H. C's parents basically flipped out. Bugged them so much, they got an appointment with a psychologist to see if he had suggestions on how to get C to stop liking H. (TBC)
Much to their surprise, the Counselor suggested C wasn't the one in need of counseling, they were.
All things being equal, they ain't.
V was trying his hand as a girl's basketball coach. An admitted neophyte, he spent hours reading books, going to coaching clinics, yada. DD was his point guard, not bad, and, the team was actually fairly successful in the first year. DD's folks, and DD, teased and joked with V, and it was a two-way enjoyment kinda thing. The next year............
DE moved into the district. She was a freshman, and pardon the French, one helluva basketball player. In fact, she supplanted DD as the starting point guard on the team. It was an easy decision, everyone could see it, well, almost everyone. By season's end she was voted All Conference, First Team.
All things being equal, they ain't.
V allowed DD and her folks, to make life, the team, the culture, a living hell. The end game was, they made it somehow. V was 25 at the start of the season, turned 43 (or so he felt) by the end of the season. Shoulda woulda and coulda booted DD off the team for conduct. Didn't.
Life, nor blogging, comes with GPS. I'm a lover of diversity, yet, I know many, ain't. Never, would I attend a meeting of a certain political party, yet, i have many, MANY a friend now, and over the years, that would, and do.
Much, doesn't interest me, but, I'm perked by your interests. We all take paths to those interests, and, along the path toward that interest, we can meet, visit, talk, even love others, who ain't enroute to the same interest meeting. We can, and do.
I love that. I love the 'take a moment in life' of life. I love turning the corner in Piggly Wiggly, only to come upon someone from the dinosaur days of High School.. we didn't hang then, really don't now.. but, much, much in common simply due to the era. Generally, that's accompanied by, met with, smile.
Smiles are good, even if all things ain't equal. Clothes, money, position, rank, don't make the man or the woman.
Ideally, we could sit in a room, naked and get along. Not knowing if BMW, crotch rocket scooter, Ole Buick.. Louis Vutton, Nike, or, Wally brand. No ID on bank balance, Bible of choice, or not, living in sin, or Cincinnati.
OK, right you are. the naked, it was actually a 'josh', sorry, kinda. ..for MANY reasons, perhaps better we keep our clothes on... Maybe t shirt and shorts eh? Besides, some rooms are really cold. You pervert, I was talking COLD, not shrinkage. Then again. All things being equal, they ain't. But some things are left better for the imagination, as, there are perverts out there!
T Shirt, shorts......... room. Two people. Friends along the way. Means kindness. Understanding. Listening, really listening. Talking, even if that can be a struggle.
War had a song in 1975 that said, 38 times in fact, Why Can't We Be Friends. The resta the lyrics is made up of differences.
At the risk of sounding like Joel (and you may really like Joel I shouldn't say that, did, sorry, kinda).. all we need is a drummer........
No, that ain't it. All we need is a room. T Shirt. Shorts. A path on our way to get there. Happenstance. Sit. Kindness. Greeting (which, is almost spelled g r e a t.) A handshake or a hug or a peace sign or a simple smile (which, sadly, ain't so simple sometimes)...
All things being equal, they ain't. But, Why Can't We Be Friends?
Victor? Yeah? You mean, EVEN be friends with a weird blogger?
Uh huh. They're harmless.
Love, Victurd
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