Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Power of Happy Horseshit Thinking (Apologies to Norman Vincent Peale)



“...death is programmed into our DNA. Nature seems to want us to reproduce and then fall by the wayside. Yet the Boomers want to hang onto its youth well into its 80s, on the theory that if you have enough time, maybe you can get your life together.”

--by someone, probably a biologist.

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I was chatting away with an acquaintance at the pub last night, who was near my age and she commented on the young ones who were standing near us. “They're so damn lucky. They have time, health, good looks...and look what's happened to us!”

“Yeah, true, we spent through our 20's long ago.” I say.

I tell her though they aren't blissed-out happy in Nirvana either. I ask her to remember when she was that age and if she was always bitching, complaining about “not having this” or “if only I had a better job/partner/stereo/apartment/house..then my life would be great!” I did. She did too. I tell her today's youth is no better and does the exact, same thing. I see it daily. The fact is no one is completely satisfied forever.

I've known young women who fell on the Earth pretty. They were born with a Royal Flush. The eyes, skin, subtle curves and from family backgrounds that whispered of old money...and still I found them to be wanting. Even with all life's nicer facets, they never were satisfied.

There are moments, even months of more satisfying times, then of course, life interferes with good amounts of slop to besmirch your cheeriness. In fact, if you look at it, most people are neither happy nor miserable, they tend to float around neutral most days. If I could be eternally elated I'd sure choose that, but while I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony too. The simple fact is life isn't perfect and things change all the time.

Now back to that quote from the beginning.

I've been guilty of it, as most of my generation has been. We came from the Era of Self Improvement right after the 60's spent itself out. If we couldn't change the world, we could change ourselves instead.

Primal Scream Therapy, Est, “I'm OK, You're OK” and “Looking for Mr. Goodbar” books, Lose Weight, Gain Muscle, Sy Sperling toupees, Rogaine and Viagra. The woman’s movement of “Having it All,” Equity mortgages and Montessori schools. Our generation really did take to heart Jefferson's Pursuit of Happiness to the extreme.

But there is a problem at times...REALITY.

I don't care how much you try, you cannot become a dolphin, nor turn back the hands of time to when you were 19. Even if you fake it. If you wear lycra sports pants, moonboot sneakers and have an iPhone strapped to your arm with buds in your ears, the younger generation will never fully accept you into it's ranks. As you pass from one age to another, you are forever banned from the previous one.

The funny thing is each generation has to learn this. Ponce De Leon, in some stories, searched northern Florida looking for the Fountain of Youth. This back in 1513.

So, where does this leave our Boomers?

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

The courage to change the things I can,

And wisdom to know the difference.


I have a theory I've toyed with that may be proven out. The day Paul McCartney dies will finally herald to the Boomers what they actually are...old. When this reality sets in, perhaps they can manage things they can manage, and leave up to nature and time what they cannot.


And if you did have this in the beginning, then what?

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