Could I say that I am a product of society, a piece of intellect that is not quit intellectual? I would describe myself as someone with a great personality and who enjoys long walks on the beach like any old fart or hopeless romantic would. I love telling off-the-wall jokes but I am the only one that laughs because in my world I am the only one that understands them. Honestly speaking, sometimes I make my mom laugh and obtain a chuckle here and there from my audience whomever they may be at the time of my silliness. I don't remember the exact moment in my life when I stopped caring about what people around me thought of me. I think it was sometime after my five years in the Navy and on my second year in college that I just said "Fuck it."
Sometimes I think about those times that I cared about other people's feelings and other people's perspective of me and then I think about how stupid it was to even think about it. Frankly I don't think twice about the person I just gave the bird to after I cut them off on the freeway for cutting me off in the first place. As a token of my appreciation, I give them one thing: the middle finger! That is the least I could do. Maybe it's because my tolerance is quickly declining as each year I get that much older. Or perhaps it's because after 28 years on earth I finally realized not to give two cents of shit to anyone who doesn't deserve it. Sometime I feel intolerant of change like Clint Eastwood in 'Grand Torino" or John Travolta's dad in 'Look Whose Talking.'
"The bastards stole my candy!"
I look at kids these days and I think to myself who the hell is Lady Gaga and why should I like her stupid music anyway? I remember when rap was rap and hip-hop was hip-hop and pop stayed the hell away from my music. Now they say they want to full body scan me every time I go out of country! I say to them: let the CIA and Hillary Clinton do their jobs right the first time or get lost. I'm too old to be showing it off and I really don't want that TSA retard looking at my goodies. What kind of crap is this anyway?
Needless to say I am a very nice person and I do have good intentions most of the time as well. Not everything bothers me these days; in fact sometimes I do let it go when someone cuts me off on the freeway and even though the radio stations don't play the music I like anymore I can still listen to my CD's, my IPOD, or the news. Sometimes I find myself enjoying the simple things like sitting in the backyard on a nice spring day when it's not too hot and not too cold and watching my lovebirds play around their cage singing as if their world would never end and life evolves around singing and eating.
I think about those times as a teenager growing up and my grandpa telling me rap wasn't music and then I think about how his grandfather probably told him the same thing about rock 'n' roll when Elvis came out shaking his hips and singing 'You Ain't Nothin' but a Hound Dog.' I think about how times change and every season brings in something new and if I don't comply I will be like my grandmother who doesn't know how to work a computer and just recently started watching DVD's. I can't let that happen, I can't let the world pass me by no matter how much I scream and kick.
Still I find that some things never change no matter how old I get. My 5 year-old-niece enjoys the same movies I did as a kid like 'The Goonies' and even though she's growing up knowing how to use a cell phone and a computer I can still connect with her. As I get older, 'The Beatles' are cool again and even though the youth of today won't give up their seat on a crowded bus to the senior citizen standing there with his walking stick I suppose we can still appreciate some of the same things like family, friends, and hanging out at home watching movies. One thing I'm grateful for is that I can still enjoy a nice glass of wine or a cold bottle of beer whenever I want. I guess that's one good thing about getting older but then again, it's not like I care what you think, you're reading my story.