how do you dislike me now?
It is not easy getting old but it is a universal requirement, unless of course you die young-not all it's cracked up to be so I'm told. Joints ache more when your old, things don't get you out of the house much.....relaxing and letting the t.v. be your companion is easier than getting out to see some music, or even some friends for that matter. For these reasons I call the comfort of home the " pre-death-coffin". I guess that might sound pretty morbid and downright insulting to the thing we struggle the most to have....a roof over our heads. Sure, it is a real privalege to have a home and well worth the struggle to have it, at least for a lot of people. Great though it may be it is still a place where we can be ,not only to sleep and exist but also to exist outside of the world of interaction. Since we no longer live tribally and few people live in a communal setting we are growing further apart,even if we are next door or just down the street. I am here alone ( My wife is working tonight) so I fit right in.....having a night in. Do I feel the need to go out to see a band, see some friends or anything outside these walls? Maybe, but it is likely I will only see the images on my computer screen or on the t.v. . Acess to stuff via the media keeps us from acess to suff via our own energy. Not only do we get older and stiffer by not moving as much, we rely on our news media for information......information that they filter,warp and spit out at us in a form that isn't necessarily representative of relevant truth. It seems that opinions are more sellable than information.Besides, if you just get information then the person who gave it to you was impartial and didn't get the gratification of convincing you of something. Opinions are all about right and wrong and who wins or loses an argument. It seems to me that most of the "news" we see on t.v. is all about opinions and arguments rather than actual occurances . Maybe truth just isn't as compelling as opinion. Maybe it isn't even worth leaving the house for.
posted by swiggco world @ 9:59 PM
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Takin' a pull from the Bard:
To die, to sleep.
To sleep! perchance to dream -
ay, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil -
Must give us pause.
There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes.
To grunt and sweat under a weary life.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all -
And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
And enterprises of great pith and moment, with this regard, their currents turn awry -
And lose the name of action.
- - -
Or,
it's all just shits n' giggles, yo. Sometimes you get the shits, sometimes the giggles.
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