A young ib deliberates cautiously on the cruelty of expectation. He has no advice for his older self beyond "fucked if I know" and "don't play with matches".
Saturday, February 14, 2009
i was so much older then
A young ib deliberates cautiously on the cruelty of expectation. He has no advice for his older self beyond "fucked if I know" and "don't play with matches".
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That's the kind of knitwear I was always accustomed to at the same age.
BTW Bonnie Bairn ib!
Funny how we change, eh ?
I think my granny knitted me the jumper. No designer labels back then.
it is fine knitwear; I may have had something similar?
They made plenty of public info films about common dangers - "Charley says... don't play with ..." etc, but bloody Charley had no advice on matters of the heart. That's animated cats for you.
My granny would have been the main supplier to me as well, a long production line
We change indeed ib, sometimes for good, sometimes bad it is just about going forward as the wheel keeps on turning...
Without the accompanying bottle and ubiquitous cigarette, I am scarcely recognizable.
Charley says, if you are going to drink whiskey make sure it is rye. And don't fall asleep at the wheel.
Other advice which I failed to follow into adulthood: "Turn off the goddam lights when you leave the room", and "shut the goddam door you idiot, I'm not paying to heat the goddam town."
As to dealing with life's pains I was told, "Show some class and leave your change on the bar." and "Shut the hell up. Nobody cares what you think."
Although I did not have a talented granny to knit me such a charming sweater, I was just as much a sweet and earnest boy as you appear to be. I took all of this in to the best of my ability. I chose to follow the advice about the change on the bar.
Earnest is about right. Too much 'earnest' and not enough 'borgnine', probably.
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