Meandering Musings

 

The first sentence that popped into my head as I typed this title was, "Gosh, I have cheek...!" This was followed by a feeling of grudging admiration mixed with a feeling of hopeless inevitability. Forgive me folks... I am in a grim... tongue lashing mood tonight. I feel like giving it raw... straight across the wind-pipe. If you are one of those who have a fragile ego... run for cover before it is too late.



I read in some book many years back... that the surest test of old age is to check your reaction to the youngsters. If you feel youngsters are silly, frivolous and plain down-right STUPID... then you had better accept that you are old. I mean really really OOOOOOLD.



But (surely you knew the BUT would surface didn't you..?)... BUT... wait a MEENUTE... Please...???



I don't think YOUNGSTERS are silly and frivolous. Not all. There are those that make me wish I had half their sense when I was their age... hell... they make me wish I had half their sense NOW.



No.. I am not talking of youngsters being silly and frivolous. I want to talk of PEOPLE being silly and frivolous. To tell you the truth the words I want to use for them are trite, brash, tacky and unutterably cheap. No substance... no coherence... not even the excuse of the inexperience of youth.



They are neither good nor bad... neither evil nor saintly... neither mean nor generous. They are in eternal competition... to be sillier than the rest... to be tackier than the rest... to be more obnoxious than the rest. What do they call it...? NORMAL..? Yes.. the normal... the average... I would call them the MINDLESS. Period.



Theodore Roosevelt said once...

Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by defeat and failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.



Poor Spirits... gray twilight...? Jolly old phrases those... he he he.... making me feel rather less peeved. The phrases are satisfyingly insulting and glaringly uncomplimentary. Good. Dear Theodore said some amazingly neat things, didn't he..? Hmmm... nice...!!!



They call themselves the normal and us the freaks. And you know what we do..? We do NOTHING. Zero. Zilch.



Why don't we..? Because we can't be bothered. We are too busy daring mighty things. We accept their judgment without opposition... each lonely in the silence of our souls. We perish silently.... most of us... each an island... not knowing of the existence of others like themselves. Not knowing that they are not the freaks.



I know I am making sense to you... that is why it is only to you I'm talking. The MINDLESS are deaf... as you know well. Neither you nor I can talk to them. They don't see us... they don't hear us. Their senses are not attuned to perceive us. By denying us the acknowledgement, they think they can deny us existence.



But we are there, aren't we..? We move and talk and think and love. We are SO alive. No wonder they tune us out. For we hold a mirror to them by existing.



The world seems to be in the grip of an orgy of mindlessness. I just want to state my stand.



I'll be damned if I'll become a part of THAT world. What about you...?

Tags: life, love, pride, trite, brash, angst

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