You've all seen this, hell, it even
still happens in old adulthood, people trying to climb socially, gain
a better spot, lord over all. The worst example of this can be found
on the desk of the Today Show. All those personalities are the
bygone Golden Girls/Boys who still can't give up their competitive
nature. I think the Today Show management think this trait is a huge
plus, along with other prerequisites before they're hired. Watch
them all vie for the leadership spot when some sort of silly game or
demonstration with all included takes place on the show.
I once witnessed this on a personal
level at a high school reunion where the washed up top echelon was
still trying to keep their perch amongt us 45 year olds at Chello's
on the Waterfront. At 45, most of us wanted to sip beer, eat too many
horderves and just talk. When it came time for the alumni photograph,
the “Class Officers of '82” sprung into action and tried like
hell to herd us all into a shot. I think half of us just wandered off
due to their being unable to operate a digital SLR in due time.
I met again, by accident, a girl I knew
to be a wannabe snob back then. She tried and tried to gain
acceptance into that higher teen clique. Her failure was due to
“trying too hard” and being god damn obvious about it. She'd toss
boyfriends aside by “trading up” and won the wrath of the other
girls by being as untrustworthy as shit. To gain position amongst
the girls, you have to violate the shit out of any secrets told to
you, to the girl holding a higher position. Hopefully you'll be
promoted.
But today...
She had the same face, albeit with 53
years of life, abuse and general living etched on it. None of us can
escape that. But also there was that “50 Miles of Bad Road” look
to her as well. Not all of us have that.
She had that tiredness about her, a frumpiness from yo-yo dieting and
I swear, a bit too much of cocaine/booze/late nights and divorces
about her as well. We can safely add a kid or two who didn't do too
well in life either. No First Place trophy in her past I can tell
you.
But..she
still was name dropping to me as we stood in the line at CVS. You
better be careful in RI about name dropping as everyone knows
everyone else. She had hinted at a guy who went to my old high school
at St. Rays, who then years later, almost gave the school $1 million
dollars as a gift, only to be arrested by the Feds for embezzlement a
month after that announcement.
“You
know Jacob Tattaglia, the financial planner that was arrested? I
said.
She
realized her mistake and said, “Well..I did...in the early
'90's...through my personal trainer.”
“Uh-huh”
I thought.
Hell,
I'm a guy, I was scanning her up and down and making a
judgment...”God..you really are worn out” I thought to
myself...”you used
to be a little sex kitten...not anymore.” And yet she was still at
it, trying to impress.
It
don't work honey...not at our age and especially not with looking
like a dish rag.
But,
she won't change, no one really does.
I
don't want to know your name
'Cause
you don't look the same
The
way you did before
OK
you think you got a pretty face
But
the rest of you is out of place
You
looked all right before
Fox
on the run
You
screamed and everybody comes, a-running
Take
a run and hide yourself away
Fox
on the run
F-foxy,
foxy on the run and hideaway
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