Wonder Years

I’m posting twice in the same week this time. Its simple, I have nothing much to do with my time, at least for now. Lets hope I don’t show up again before next week.

I was watching TV the other day and I got to thinking. Its absurd how the most superficial idea of happiness next to breast enhancement and maybe the Playstation (game boxes, squares, cubes etc. inclusive) could be thought, thought provoking.
Just a small note before I proceed: I may label breast augmentation as superficial but it doesn’t mean that I’m not one to enjoy the vision of its bountiful results. Thank you.
Finally winding down to my point, I started thinking about the ironies of life. No, not the profundities that emerge from overzealous liquor consumption but the more everyday stuff.
The way I see it, being a kid/young adult is just as tough as being the parent of one. A good parent, that is. As a parent, your double-edged duty lies in the well being of your children. Guiding them, making the tough calls and coming to the rescue are all part of the job. On the other hand, experience is most often the best teacher. If parents don’t knowingly allow their kids to makes mistakes and take bad decisions, how will they know when their kids in turn have reached the point in their lives where they’re bound to trip over the folds in the rug? They want to be around to help them up. At the same time, simply allowing your kids to learn from their own mistakes sets a precedent for a long chain of what amounts to parental neglect.

Kids (and by kids I mean young adults too) always have two choices.
a. Listen to the folks. They’ve been around the block before, so it’s probably smart to take their opinions “under advisement”.
2. Don’t.
Do what you want, how you want and when you want to. Chances are, this will land you in many a stew, but hey, at least you’ll be the cook. You’ll learn eventually and time will see you much wiser but not without a fair share of event and mishap, which might have been less severe had you chosen option A.
It’s a decision kids everywhere are torn with. To obey or not to obey…that is the question! On the one hand, parents always have your best interests in mind. On the other, who doesn’t want to be a rebel?
I think, and I’m assuming here, that every kid at some point between the pre and post teen years develops into a rebel. It’s a phase that can either pass quickly or linger, even developing into a way of life, depending on the family background. I find it healthy in so much as it’s the first stop on the road of self-expression. I’d be seriously surprised if this were untrue.

In the end, things go round one way or another. Parents (and I still mean good parents) will always try to tell you what’s good for you, even when you’re forty. Kids will make their choice everyday, maintaining a fine line between good and bad, which can often become blurry. The choice won’t always be the same and the effects of these choices decide which kids grow up to emulate their parents, good and bad.
Everyday choices, sometimes they work out okay, sometimes they bite you in the ass…the best odds on life anyone will ever have is always fifty-fifty.


“Harry, I’ve reached the top!” – Marv the Sticky Bandit

If you’ve watched Home Alone 2, you’ll find this single line as hilarious as I did.