NOTE: This is not the post I intended to write. However, this is the idea that generated the most notes on my notepad. So I am going with what appears to be the stronger hand. (After reading this, the previous sentence was really an attempt at a subliminal pun.)
As a part of my ongoing attempt I have been trying to figure out which parts of my website get the most hits. There are so many search engines on the Web and each one gives you another perspective. It is hard to pin point where the connections are really being made. It is just a “Guessing Game” in the end.
Now on with the blog posting.
MUSIC: Pearl Jam
This is an idea that has been rolling around in my head for a couple of months now.
I am at age when I have come to some sort of resolve on my condition. There are some people who grow out of “social awkwardness” and there are some people who grow into it. Guess where I fall on this. And I know being with me is a dangerous combat mission. And I am not sharing a foxhole with any crazier than myself.
As a youth little did I know that gym class was preparing me for life. “The last one picked”. Gym class is where I found out the futility of life’s popularity contests.
It is all right that I still find myself single at this point in life. I am at the point I would rather just be myself. And not waste too much trying to explain myself to someone else. (And yet I write a blog about my thoughts. So I am not immune from hypocrisy.) However, society on the whole has a problem with being “just one”. You are looked on as being incomplete as a person. Incomplete translates as being imperfect. This is the idea behind advertising in this world. In turn, the idea of being incomplete is the force that drives the world’s economy. It comes down to advertisement campaigns telling you need to be “fixed” with a whole bunch of goods and services that will “cure” your condition. And if you do not buy them or buy into them then there is a problem. And that problem is you. Being “One” is not an option. Lone Men are dangerous. Just ask Lee Harvey Oswald. Or Jason. And look how they got treated in the end.
I am also contemplating this condition once again. I do it every October when I have to pay a ridiculous amount of money in local school taxes. This is just like every other government bailout program in this country over the last year. It comes down to this. People messed up and expect others to pay the bill for their indiscretions. What ever happen to the notion “Do not do the crime if you do not want to the time.”? I am tired of paying for other people’s children. The economy of this country would drastically change if people only reproduced what they could afford. It is time to bring back the idea of responsibility to all of you who insist on multiplying.
I have no way to provide for any form of a domesticated lifestyle at this point in my life. The honest truth is it something I would have no idea on how to properly operate. I already wake up most days saying, “What the fuck?” I would panic if I would have to say each morning to a kid, “Who the fuck are you?” As Dirty Harry said in the movie Magnum Force, “A man has to know his limitations.” I do. And I have to work within them in order to break through with what I want and need to do with in this life. I know there are people out there who will criticize me for this. And bring up that phrase about if everyone thought like you then the entire human existence would disappear. Take a look at the world population of what 6-8 BILLION people. I will not be the one who will cause the world to be in a Children of Men scenario. The world will not end if my “swimmers” fail to complete the lap. But I am not aiming for the pool either.
I know this seems crazy to most of you. It was revealed to me that my friends’ 2 year daughter considers me to be “Favorite Uncle”. It is Shocking! However, to be honest the competition in her field of “Uncles” was really weak. Remember. I won. Why would I not want to have kids of my own? (And make my parents happy.) It is simple. “Uncles” get to be “Fun” people. Parents no matter how hard they try cannot be perceived as being “fun” people. There are not many moments lately in which I can be perceived as a “fun” person. So why would I ruin the opportunity. It is also tough enough given all the behind-the-scenes logistics involved with being a parent. There also has to be lot in place before one can be a parent. And yet that does not stop most of the people out there. I maybe the “Fun Uncle” and yet I do not want to be a parent. She might be funny and cute. Her “giggle” fits are priceless. BUT she makes a mess too. So there is a never ending clean up job to deal with. Having a kid is like being in the waste management industry. If I am going to be in the waste management industry then I am going to be a union rep Sopranos style.
However, the world does not like single people. And with the divorce rate in this country most people do not like the one they are with either.
The world needs single people. It would be boring. All of those advertisements would be very boring. Crude single male sex humor is the foundation of most of them. “Ladies Night” would be gone. Married men would lose their escape hatch excuse with the loss of “Drinking Buddy”. Fast food industry would take a hit.
The problem is there is no day that celebrates the “Single” person. (Palm Sunday is not really respectful.) Even the bastards at Hallmark have not come up with a day to sell a stupid card to celebrate singlehood. (Thank God!) A day to recognize that one can have a life on one’s own terms.
There should be a day. But when should it be? It should have some correlation to a historic event in the history.
In American History, it happened on the dates of February 23 to March 6, 1836. It was when approximately 180 men from Texas stood up to a siege by over 1500 members of the Mexican Army. These were men who wanted to stand up for their freedom. The odds were not in their favor. They were willing to forego hope in order to make their stand. The Mexican Army (like Married People) was going to have none of that shit. They proceeded to pummel them. But the Texans held out for 12 days. And there stand has forever been immortalized with “Remember the Alamo!” It the rally cry that inspired people of Texas to make a stand and defeat the Mexican Army. It spurred the masses to action. A proclamation like “I do.” only makes two people in a crowd stand up. But a rally cry like “Remember the Alamo!” inspires the masses to stand up. So does simply yelling, “Do It!” It is about passion. Not becoming passive. (And I know I will get complaints over saying that. I am still amazed I know people with sensitive nerves.)
Look at he photo of what the painting above represents.The Texans (Single People) are painted with bright colors. Mexican Army (Married People) are painted with dark colors. This is not a Freudian slip. Think about it.
So I suggest pick a day between February 23 and March 6 to honor a single person in your life. And you do not have to buy a card. Because you should not give them Hallmark bastards another day to make cash.
So pick a day.
But leave me alone!
I am “Remembering the Alamo!!!!
But I have had a personal revelation over the last week. The fact is I have to find friends who are single.
