I like it when white-haired old guys say to me, Hey, you're 22, just like me. It shows good humour. I especially like it if the man is still handsome, vibrant and self-sufficient. That was our dogsled trainer, owner of the dogsled farm, who said that to me.
I like having that kind of thing said to me even when the old guy is a rubby in the street. Like today, when I walked by a dishevelled old panhandler, he called out, Hey, you legal to walk around by yourself? Got change?
I said, Okay, for that, I will give you all the change in my pocket. Which was over a dollar. Flattery works.
I feel like I am in collusion with these old guys. It feels like we're a club onto our own - a club of self-acceptance in spite of the falsity of their observation. It's a club for self-gratification through exaggeration and truth-bucking, because we've earned it.
I'm no Woody Allen after all, who wouldn't want to belong to a club that would have him as a member. I form my own clubs and draw up secret members. You just don't know what club you may belong to in my world.
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`Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'
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`In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?'
3 comments:
"self-gratification through exaggeration and truth-bucking" = denial.......
Denial is a self-defeating quality only where being fat is concerned. In all other arenas of life, it's a hard-earned right.
Sylph,
Indeed, I do 'wonder' to what club I belong in your world.
"wonder"
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