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what do you do when you reach the age that when you were 20 thought they should be dead now.. FIFTY does life change out of all recognition ....are we bound by some unseen law that we have to act in a certain way when we reach the dreaded NO.50..... :eek: or can we just continue with our journey as one
keep rockin man. until you break a hip that is, j/k. i think you should act as old as you feel and if someone has a prob with it tell them to kiss your ass!
By the time you're fifty, or forty in my case, I think you've earned the right to live your life just how you want to. If you're harming anyone in what you do, f*ck 'em.
peace :)
Personally, I think fifty just means the age of maximum accountability for many folks. I mean if a person hasn't learned their lesson by this time they could be in some deep shit.Quote:
Originally Posted by duppy man
Yeh, I really wish I could adopt the attitude of 420 & Heavy but I got a little differant take on this being 50+ myself. All my life it seems i been hearing this over the hill crap which never made too much sence to me because I remember a time when I was still looking at 18 and it seemed that all my friends was telling me things like if you wasn't married by then and have a whole pasel of kids (well don't know about the married part) ya might as well forget it cause it was all downhill from there on out. I think they may have given me 3 years at the most to get the job done for which at that time I had absolutly no knowledge, skills or ability whatsover so I was pretty much up the creek without a paddle and all. Well it wasn't too awful long given a whole lot of tribulation and all and having no choice but to prove them wrong that i gradually adopted a whole new set of rules or code to live by but it seems this new set of rules or code was totally contrary to popular opinion and society at large and therefore presented me with a whole new set of circumstances such as being mocked, ridiculed, persecuted, life threatened, ass thrown in jail or prison etc. Ok, first of all being born into a Christian family having been subjected to the whole church scene, repentance, baptism, making a public profession of my so-called faith and just basically trying to live the right kind of a live in the hope of avoiding everlasting punishment or gaining eternal rewards. I guess back then everything was pretty much black and white not a whole lot of grey areas. Well this could go on forever so to make a long story short a few years ago i seem to have reached the summit of grand and glorious 50 and I must say i never felt more youthful, virile, full of piss and vinegar, almost invincible in my entire life. I'm thinking ok I've reached the top of the hill show me the next mountain. Easier said than done I soon found out because here comes the tricky part. Having learned through the years that I should never take anything for granted and this all could very well just be some kind of illusion anyway so i never been entirely able to remove myself from a life of faith although it seems at this point my eyes are wide open and I know it is all quite scientific in nature and it seems entirely run by numbers or the like. Well here I am at the peak or summit overlooking the most spectacular panoramic, cinematic, vista of my entire life, breathtaking beyond any mere words to describe. Ok, i'm seein all this shit right. Whole life has been flashing slowly before my eyes on a continual basis for a considable length of time now and i'm thinking i must have already died but am still breathing and it seems it is never going to end but I already know from experience it's just too damn good to last. So, here I am looking out over all these new horizens and feeling almost invincible at times but know better because it doesn't take me long to figure out (eyes wide open and all) that this so called hill is really some sort of a plateau or something and the other side seems to be a sheer cliff and straight down with no bottom anywhere in sight. So i'm starting to think to myself ,shit, this could be heaven or this could be hell and I could be stuck here for awhile unless I can figure out how to fly or something. Well you know me by now, too many damn acid trips and all in my past so the thought of flying is really nothing new, only i'm a little older and wiser by this time and refuse to risk making the same mistakes I have in the past for which back then I always seemed to find justification through ignorance or lay the blame on someone else and whatever have you but (no excuses now, eyes wide open) and hey, it's all science right? I know all I gotta do is take my time and get all the proper information and right calculations and all and "hell yes"!! I can fly!!! But on the other hand Momma didn't raise no fool and upon careful consideration and on second thought and all, i'd be a damn fool to take off in any kind of a rig that ain't a gonna fly without a damn engine! The conclusion to my story folks is I think I was set-up and somebody musta fuckin pushed me or something. Well I been falling for several years now it seems and they still ain't no bottom nowhere in sight and I been gettin snagged on all kinds uh nasty shit and all which may be slowing my fall or prolonging my suffering, take your pick. I think senility or altzheimers could really be some very useful ingredients in this scenario. I mean the thought of eating my own shit is quite revolting these days since it seems to have aquired some chemical properties of some sort never before known to man but hell all I gotta do is flash back to Lawrence Welk and the Champaign bubbly shit. Roll out the barrel folks, just make sure it's filled with white lightning or some such thing, tie it around my neck and through me in the damn ocean. Okie from Muskokie if i have to. Oh No! Shave my damn head, give me a hysterectomy and hang me up by meathooks is even better. Now there's some kids that really knows how to have fun. And ya know what they all say, if ya can't join um ya damn well better beat um.
That was meant to read, if your NOT harming anyone. oops
peace :)
Hey Fuel, That actually sounded kind of good to me. Shit, what bliss! I would be in if was able to live without a damn conscience.Quote:
Originally Posted by HvyFuel
I hear GW is looking for advisors. :eek:
peace :)
Are you meaning to say the one and only GW + B? Hey now, Fuel, You might really be onto something here. I don't know who's reference you are inferring to here but shit the bed! I'd be tickled pink if they was to take me under the shelter of their wings. Board of Advisers!!! OoooWeee!!! Folks, this is really exciting!!! Hell, maybe i can still learn to scipher real good before it's over even. Hell, maybe they'll even let me change my name to Jethro.Quote:
Originally Posted by HvyFuel
Yeh, I think I could probably get onto ciphering without a great big mess cause I got experience from my younger days in the fine art of siphoring gas from cars and trucks and so-on and so-forth, on account of we used to do some serious cruising on Main Street and them days all cars was pretty much gas hogs. I realize the spelling is a tad differant here but I'm quite sure it means the same thing the way it rhymes and all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bloogleshleimens