June 4, 2012

  • I Belong in a Museum

             Hanging around to give advice


        I often find myself dwelling, (followed by drooling), about my past life, but now, I even dwell about those lives around me such as family, close friends, the water meter guy, the cashier at Walgreens….etc. Why? I have no friggin idea, except that maybe I can now recognize certain faults more easily in people, now that I’m getting older than pavement. I mean, I’ve got suits older than most of my grand kids and getting older must empower one to believe they are now wiser and have most of the answers. Well….let me tell you, that don’t mean squat!

        Thousands of years ago, the tribe would have respectfully listened to me because I was an elder and had fought many battles, knew the ways of forest, taken many wives and knew the wisdom of our ancestors. Now a days, they just listen to pacify an old fart before asking to borrow money or my lawnmower. That’s okay. I’ve had to learn my place in the so called scheme of things and like Wifey tells me, “Stop complaining, you’ll just get your blood pressure up and crap out on me and then where the hell would that leave me?”  She’s a very selfish woman.

        So I’ve just learned to keep my mouth shut and let the people around me morph into ignorant hybrids. At my age, I either belong in a museum or just medicated at Sunny Ridge Estates giving advice to the squirrels. Now a days, when I am asked for advice, I often have to be on my guard. Most people do not want anybody’s advice anymore, unless that’s the price they have to pay in order to get something from you….and it works. I get frisked more times than I want to count. I know that’s their plan because I’m wise and I know they will be back for more. I’m also sure that thousands of years ago, there were a few tribesmen that would have tried to take advantage of the elders, but at least back then when it failed, the tribe just ate them…….I think

     

                                                                                       Charlie.

                                                                                        

     

     

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