My
friend Barry has a saying about younger women. “They're living in
their own world, their own bubble. Nothing else is real outside of
that. If it doesn't pertain to them in some way, then it doesn't
matter.” He's gone on to say that we're all guilty of this as well
from time to time.
This
morning, I'm looking in the mirror at the white beard stubble I need
to shave off and the ever deepening crow's feet I have around my
eyes. “Sigh...There's no stopping it is there?” I tell myself.
Woe is me. Me, me, me.
I then
hear my dog explode in a fit of deep barking. I go out into the
living room to see him yelling at two fire trucks and one ambulance
parked outside my neighbor's house. It's Gladys once again. She very
old and has had one stroke and I suspect she's in danger once again
as the firemen dashed into the house this time around.
Who here
has the greater claim on want and desire?
Pauly
Anghinetti, an old English professor I once had, use to opine daily
in his classes about people in general. “People are the worst!”
he'd say. We're all greedy, selfish and forever grabbing at what we
desire and want it NOW. Here is a poem he once wrote:
Gimme,
gimme, gimme
I,I,I
Now,
now, now
Me,
me, me
Mine,
mine mine.
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