Life is Just Plain Silly!
Well just think
about it. Oh, maybe not - not unless yer of a certain age. It seems the older
ya get, the sillier life becomes. In fact when ya get really old, it gets
downright plumb stupid, an' that's no lie!
Take that singer
that everybody goes nuts over. I call her "Yell Adele". That's a
pretty accurate term I think. Good grief, if ya gotta listen to her yellin
"Hello" all day long, that's pretty strong punishment. Yet people go
batty over her. I don't get it. Is that even music? An I don't even wanna think
about the dancin' that goes on these days. What would aliens think if they were
to watch our "dancin'" behaviour? Somehow we gotta get a little
respect or the aliens will start to talk all over the universe.
An' did ya ever notice
how people between the ages of thirty to sixty have got all the answers to
every situation under the sun? They got opinions too, the main one bein' that
if you don't agree with them you're an idiot. You gotta remember that these are
the people who run businesses or wash windows or work in fast food places or
are presidents or prime ministers of countries. All I gotta say is how's that
goin for ya? Not that I'm bein' judgmental or anythin' like that. No not me,
I'm old an' retired after all.
What it all comes
down to is what's already up there on the top shelf. These young
whippersnappers got all the answers, or at least opinions on all the answers.
And the opinions and answers are all cast in stone. What they fail to grasp is
that there's more "been there/done that" knowledge up there where
they put us old geysers than they could ever fathom. Of course it would never
occur to them to take us down once in a while to see what that they can use.
So the whole
business can be briefly summed up in David Suzuki's response to the question of
how he wanted to be remembered after his passin'. He was shocked at the
question, askin' why he should care. He'd be dead anyways an' what people
thought was none o' his concern.
An' that there is
human life; full circle. We're born, grow up to know everything there is to
know, get put on a shelf and forgotten about until we croak an' then somebody
wants to remember us for who we were. It's just plain silly, or at least that's
how it seems to me from up here on the top shelf.
Just sayin'.
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