Just Take that Champagne Flute and Jam It You Know Where. . . November 25, 2006Posted by Administrator in Cultural Pessimism, Personal.
Y’know, I usually love Thanksgiving. Good meal, good friends and family, time off from school. . .decent football on the Tube. . .but this one kind of smelled. Three reasons:
- My dad’s health has taken a turn for the worse. Lung cancer is a real possibility.
- Two very good friends haved decided to divorce. Why? Infidelity? Abuse? Alcoholism? Nothing so prosaic. They simply “don’t love one another anymore.”
- Someone who my wife and I are both very close to is a complete, out-of-control alcoholic.
As for #2, this is a source of serious angst for me. This couple has been together 24 years, and have had it so easy as a couple. . .when they find the first hurdle, they throw in the towel. . .saying that it is better in essence to search elsewhere for true love.
Bullshit. They’d already found it. . .but when they discovered that it takes a little bit of work to make it happen, they quit. Any culture that can convince normally sane people like this couple that such behavior is normative deserves to be overrun by the barbarians.
As for #3, this painful behavior was also painfully evident throughout my Thanksgiving . . . to the point that my wife had to make some pointed observations and not-so-nice remarks to get this person to pull his/her head out of his/her rectal orifice and GET HELP, as in yesterday.
But no, like the folks from #2, they all are quite happy in their little worlds of idiocy, living and sleeping in fertilizer of their own making, ignoring the evident and overwhelming stench and calling it paradise on earth, all the while making the popular, modern, relativist claim that what they are doing it right for them, and asking, “Who are you to judge that we’re making wrecks of our lives and asses out of ourselves?”
Yeah, right, whatever. This sort of idiocy is why I cannot go back to educational administration. See, as teacher, I get to work with adolescents, who think and act their age. Maddening, but appropriate, and therefore, I can live with it and even sympathize with it.
But when I come across adults acting like adolescents, such as married couples who would rather quit on a very strong marriage than spend just a bit of effort to revitalize it, or an adult with over 60 years of common sense claim that he/she can “quit anytime I want” while repeatedly stumbling around in the most wretched of alcoholic stupors, claiming to be “in control”, or parents unwilling to discipline the slightest error in the ways of their children. . .well then, folks, I tend to just get a wee bit cranky.
Christmas will be better, I am sure of it. But in the meantime, don’t come near me with a champagne flute unless you crave an appointment with your local proctologist. I ain’t in the mood right now. . .