Youngsters — Go Figure

Today has been frustrating, the kind of day that raises blood pressure and makes me have trouble seeing. Not the kind of trouble like in a spell of inebriation. This is more like my eyes refused to work the way I wanted them to. I haven’t gone blind or anything (although I tried valiantly to make it so in my youth). No, that isn’t the problem. They simply seemed resistant to viewing the world.

My glorious kids have been such a pain today. We received a Fire Stick in the mail yesterday and after a little time installing it. Well, it would have been a little time. As things happen at my house I had some extra volunteer workers that roamed the living room. Actually I believe it took a couple of hours last night and then another couple of hours this morning. Afterward, I know it’s hard to believe about kids, but they all started fighting, screaming, and crying.

Of course, every one of my ten kids had to be the first to view their show before the others. Yeah, a hell of a morning. None of their chores were done, and I swore, no one was going to pick anything to watch until they had their chore done. No, I mean I swore. I’m good at that, swearing. I practice it a lot, especially when I’m writing, but somehow the kids bring out the best of it. When they are the cause, depending on their age, I night mumble it before and usually after, however, the mid-teens have heard great, vocal rants. I got the equivalent of a graduate degree in it during my stay in the Army.

Anyway, back to the kid’s work ethic. I swear I don’t understand how the idea of a good work ethic became lost on every one of them. Shit fire, they all work harder at not working than they ever do while working. It was the same thing with baths a few years ago. They all worked super hard, spent hours at not taking a bath because they didn’t want to take the time to be clean. What in actual steamy piles of shit are they thinking? These are issues from my loins?

It has been several years, no decades, well all right scores of years since I was a child, so I think my memory may have faded, probably like a piece of black cloth left in the sun all summer long.

Son-of-a-bitch. They’re quiet this second.

Okay, it was a nano-second. Budding arguments are blooming all over right now. It’s what kids do.

Soon the older ones will step into their position in society that all teenagers do. I think it is instinct. I have read that the only true instinct is the urge to suckle. I do not doubt that suckling is an instinct. Hell, I haven’t been weaned yet. But there is another instinct equally as compelling. I’m talking about the need for the younger generation to bug the living shit out of every generation that has gone before them. We all had our shot at it. My generation grew long hair, corrected the political process, and stopped all wars. That shit worked out, huh? I think more than half of the Nimrods in Congress are my generation. Go figure.

Oh well, whatever this next generation does, I’m sure it will leave a mark – one way or another. The only questions now are how much it will hurt and who will do the hurting? None of this matters in the long run. Things happen and then we either remember them or not. If we do, we learn from the situation. If we don’t the whole thing is relegated to a dream or some dark recess of the brain.

That long-forgotten place may also be where creativity resides. You know, that mysterious force that makes writers crazy with their compulsion to write, makes all artist crave work in their field of arts and causes them sleepless nights.

Ah, I’m back to creativity. It makes the world grow and in the long run, gives peace to everyone. Necessity was never the mother of invention. It’s the need to create.

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