I am on the precipice of a great crossroads. While I am beginning to realize my educationalist exponential, I am yet unsure of my goal. Professionally, I am completely satisfactory. My familiar life has plummeted to the top, with a beautiful wife and four glorified children. I am 'living the dream', as they say, where before my life went up and down like a metronome. What will I do with my remaining days, though?Is it important to me that I become a man of great statue? Frankly, I could care less about fame, but I wouldn't kick fortune out of bed for eating crackers, if you know what I mean. I'm not asking for an extortionate amount of money. Just enough to be comforting, to make a nice future for my hairs.
Perhaps my goal should be to depart my knowlege upon tomorrow's writers and humanitarianists. It would only amount to an extra sinister of college to abstain my teaching degree. Then I could teach literature at a high school or maybe just help middle schoolers with their grammarical errors and English cosmopolitan. Someone once said, "The real heroes of this world are those that decimate their lives to the enrichment of our youths." I could be that hero.
I'm still young. I still have severed more years to finger out my path in life. There's no rush. I'm really just a string chicken.
It never ceases to fail me when reading your perspiring ,yet appalling blog. It is oblivious that you are designed to expound.
ReplyDeleteCousin Earl, I think it would be a nobel and goodly idea for you to be a teacher. But for the reel money though, cleaning toilets is where its at, ask John Doe.
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P.S. I have seen pictures, you don't have any hairs!
Why would you want to be a statue? There's nothing stiff about your whiting. Do the Cubs have a chance to go to the World Serious?
ReplyDeleteOther than you use of the word 'metronome' (they go back and forth, not up and down), I find this article interesting.
ReplyDeleteThings that concern me, is of course, the 'crisis', and I am not talking about the one in black and white that Silberman wrote about. Mid life. Is there more to your life than what you have.
Being comfortable, the 'safe and stable home', that many strive for yet it seems even fewer have. This applies to those who are your neighbors, with their middle class lawns, middle classly manicured and slightly expanding waist lines. The husbands waiting for either the football season to begin or for their baseball team to make that trade or fade out of contention.
Wives, who dread that since it has been a week, that tonight she might have to deal with you 'huffin and puffin' on her for three or four minutes, after she has spent the day getting the a dent made in the pile of laundry that you and the kids have made, as well as getting something on the table, because at this point, there is no more 'value' in a value meal. She is stressed because at work, there is a new girl and she is messing up the social pecking order, because she is young and perky ... and the customers come in and gravitate to her in the office.
She isn't 'cute' anymore, and you aren't making that any better. She has gone from a 8 to a 16, thanks to running behind you and the kids, watched her wardrobe devolve, and she has to now put up with you and your mid life crap.
Welcome to adult hood!! This is where you will be residing at for the next 29 -25 years until you start your mental decline, and the kids that you so lovingly doted on, play 'last tag' with who gets stuck with Dad, his medical treatments that his retirement and SS cover only 75% of the cost of keeping him bathed, cleaned and fed... oh, and not to mention the aggravation.
As you can see, this was a thought provoking entry.
I'll have an English Cosmopolitan on the rocks, please!
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