The stereotypes of the old guy with a pony tail with a red sports car and in some instances, present company excluded, the "niece" at his side, are rampant. One speaks pejoratively about the geezer's choices and attempts to recapture his youth as if that is a bad thing. It's like the blue claw crabs in the basket who pull back their co-captives as they climb up the walls in an attempt to escape. I have been experiencing this phenomenon as I contemplate doing yet another stupid thing... buying a JEEP Wrangler and driving it topless (the car not me) around Sarasota. My friends or fellow crabs as the case may be have reminded me of the folly of an open vehicle as in "You'll never drive with the top down, I know you, the heat, the bugs, the redneck in the big truck next to you" and then the safety... "they roll over, they are made in Toledo by pot heads, and Chrysler now belongs to Fiat and so on."
Logic..reasonableness...common sense. Where would we be without it? But... in the words of Wayne Dyer (you gotta know who he is) "What is true in the morning of your life shall by the evening have become a lie." I think he means that though we have to go along to get along in school in work and in society, there comes a time when your life becomes your own and you can ditch the uniform, et al, and let the person you covered up expose himself (not literally). I don't know the exact age when this should happen, perhaps it is much earlier in life, but I know for sure that the time for me is nigh.
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