Okay, okay. This is one for me that has been stewing on low for a long, long time now, but with no real timer set.
I guess we are all just playing this one by ear, this time around. You know just ‘a cooking and releasing steam, so much so that the lid is about to just plummet off of the pot from the pressure, on to the floor. The laws of physics, you know. Something has to give. Ding goes the buzzer. Have a bite, won’t you? This is a Community Stew and we have all contributed to this one.
Are you ready to taste this bitter bit of truth?
Most of the youth of this generation and much of the last batch are useless, un-tasteful pieces of lumpy fat. Not the desired kind that can add flavor and depth to a dish, but the fat that completely destroys the whole meal and is very difficult to clean up. I mean it’s on your hands, the floor, all the guest towels and even a big ‘ole mark in the middle of your expensive rug. Oh no, there is even some on the sofa. It was not intentional. We were all preoccupied with the occasion and lost hindsight on the details of the main dish.
But what the heck happened to the fat?
I think it has a lot to do with the way the fat is treated in the beginning. But to side-track you for a second.. I bet that real question is why I am not referencing our great little youth as the meat, instead using the gross, useless, rejected portion as my analogy. Well, quite frankly it is simple and on cue with the progression of my story, here. The animal grows, fertilizes, provides sustenance and then even goes for another round of chores and fertilizes again. It isn’t bribed into this moral circle. It does not ever see any extra allowance to gain extra weight to please to farmer. It just does it. It is when that circle is no longer there, then the roundness starts to get a little edgy. Then, when the imaginary circle is completely gone, so is the drive to maintain it.
So you see the fat, it is just that. Fat.
I say fat in a completely non-derogatory to uncontrollable illness point of view. Meaning yes, if you can not move or you brain will never relent the gain of weight to your body, then of course, I am not talking to you. I am, however, talking to the millions of people who have convinced the world that they have a genuine, 100%, debilitating disease.
You know the ‘beaties. It runs in the family. I am destined. Big and Beautiful, Baby chub, you now.
With high-fashion glucose meters and mass-spread awareness everywhere, the diagnosis of Type II Diabetes is ever on the rise. All of this negative blame being bounced around in this little room here, but the fat did not cause itself, you know? You have to grow it. It is a scientific fact, look it up. I am going to have to pull in at least one of the 7 here and call Sloth had a huge contributing factor to most of this ‘epidemic’. I have a bunch of other really cute pet names that I have come up with over the years for my old friends who still are strangely incapable of completely logging off of WoW, let alone giving the cushion of the couch time to reform back into it’s form unseen, since the date of Self-Induced Job-Separation occurred (another crazy condition, spreading like wildfire). It’s not really lack of skill, lack of opportunities, transportation or any other bullshit excuse.
It is lack of drive.
I think personal drive actually comes from experience. For me the drive to succeed comes from a life of living with out. I have experienced living on foodstamps (real ones, not some play card that has no tangible value to your brain, vision or touch, but just spits out unearned money). I have stood in lines with my family to get what is considered inedible in today’s standards. I have worn and accepted discards with my chin down but with a mighty rock on my shoulder, my mother saying learn from this, please learn and do better. Bring you chin higher and see everything you can do.
The very thin line that I think most have all missed, is hard times suck, no doubt. But that does not mean they are a nasty, dirty little secret, to be buried to the death and hidden from your closest. Those are the notions that have manifested itself into a the world we have today. What in the world would make anyone think that you don’t have thousands and thousands of dollars of debt when you have all the crap you have? Yet, you continue to portray to yourself, to your family and to your society members that you are something your not. Happy.
American Dream, Right?
Whatever realization you may have made, suddenly, while divulging in your just for me splurge, it will never have a shred of impact past your inverted nose, if you have never, for a second have thought to look down, even just for a bit to see what your highly impressionable pupil, your #1 fan, your child may be seeing. In what matter has your hand helped craft this mold and … How is your Frankenstein turning out?
Oh yea, almost forgot. What made this kettle lid come crashing down on the floor, you may ask?
Well it starts and ends with the conclusion of a sleep-over my 10-year-old stepson went to, last night. You know, you can’t raise them all and like hell I’d want to, but there are those time you nearly break a tooth keeping your mouth shut.
“Hey man…Bro Hug?”
“Yea Sure, see ya later, bro”
“Later….. Hey Mom….Ho Hug?”
“Oh You Silly Boy!”
P.S. After this fun little bit, you should know my boy, with out a crack in his being, said “I would never, don’t worry. You would adjust that ring to make perfect contact before it met my face, right?”
P.S.S. I do not beat my kids, he is just a smart-ass comedian, and a fucking respectful one.