Tthe men in my life — from youngest son to eldest chum and everyone in-between — are entertaining.
So much, it seems to me (as I have supposedly ‘matured’), of the strife and discontent we (and especially the male of the specie) endure is the cataclysmic consequence of (what a long-ago lover called) ‘old cows in the ditch’.
Ghosts of memories of experiences invisibly forgotten, yet emotionally resonant throughout every nano-second of life, provoking life-quaking vibrations which ‘autonomically’ compell self-destructive, reactionary ‘out of control’ 4-F behavioral mechanisms.
And that the only way out of this ‘feedback loop’ is by self-inflicted epiphany, involving a total, soul-searching and brutally honest assessment of personal accountability as the major contributing factor to the immediate circumstances of one’s own life.
Yet this, it seems, is the bridge to the other side of the looking glass that folks are ‘afraid’ to cross, because even in their ‘unknowing’ they still somehow intuit that once they start living life through this new lens, things will never be the same….
Things will change…
And they have so little reason to ‘trust’ in themselves and so much shored-up ‘distrust’ of others that the only change they are capable to envision is (always and redundantly) for the worst, and so they cleave unto the ‘known’, self-imposing abstinance from making any change at all and, in so doing, self-perpetuate all the ‘problems’ which have forever and persistently plagued them.
And there is no ‘magic pill’ to cure his dis-ease, just the trusim that “to get what we’ve never had, we must do what we’ve never done.”