So am I.
This young man leaped from my moving vehicle. Buffy, as I remember her. Unannounced. It was one of the more surreal moments in my life, to be driving down a street, and to look beside you and there's a young man there. Not a moment later, he's not. This same young man had on his body following this feat, minor cuts and scrapes.
He was indestructible in the sense that Ulysses S. Grant was. Just a throw caution to the wind sort of mentality. Uncompromising men are always easier to admire, or at least they tend to astonish more often.
In adolescence we were at times inspired by the era of Jackass, which is certainly a risky statement to make and one which, given the opportunity, would gladly elaborate.
I'm not at all trying to suggest that in those days we looked upon the pain inflicting, sophomoric, senseless actions of that group as being especially hip or cool. It was more than likely the "Don't give a fuck" attitude with which we identified, and ultimately attempted to recreate. Anything rebellious be it loud music, crude television, alcohol, video games are immediately attractive at that age. Of course it was stupid. Don't you get it? That was the point.
In the same manner that we would just as easily stay perched atop a mountain of snow daring each other to try a different trick, grab, or stunt on a set of skies. Equal was the appeal of a video camera and a shopping cart. Perhaps more appealing the added danger of the involvement of the fuzz. We could relive it the following day. Often our adventures fell short of our expectations, and our pseudo rebellious nature squandered by practicality.
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
You're welcome B.
No comments:
Post a Comment