I meant to work out this year. It was on my very secret list of things to do.
But then, I took a nap without setting an alarm and I woke up, and it was almost March.
Let’s face it, I’ve got to start working on my winter body, if the year is going by this fast,
The flu is going around, that’s the real reason I’m not going to the gym. I’m a complete germ freak. I basically disinfect the entire gym when I go.
Do you realize just how difficult it is to get cold medicine these days?
Back in the day, you had a cough or back ache,you could send your five year old neighbor to the doctor, who was also the local postman, and grocer. To get a bottle of absinthe and some opium. Because you had to keep chopping lumber.
I’ve got to go down there in person and show my ID and sign my name and give them my birth certificate and mortgage papers just to get some crap medicine that won’t even work.
What happens when we die? Do I have to verify my identity then too? Show you my ID? Make sure I am the person spoken of. That you are expecting for this reserved hole in the ground.
Don’t worry, if we can’t verify, we’ve got an unmarked road between two county roads, just behind the Sunday school, where we will just dump your body. What could go wrong.
I really do believe we are getting stronger as we grow up though.
Let’s face it. We’ve all shattered those expectations. If it was a glass ceiling? We couldn’t even clean it, let alone crack it.
We’ve taken so many antibiotics, we can’t even get over a hangover and a bad date. Let alone a real virus.
Used to we had people like Doc Holliday, they’d show up to work coughing blood and they’d still out work you. Now, if there’s even a chance of mild discomfort, I’m going to need to take off for about six months leave. Turns out I can’t handle constipation like I used to. The doctor agrees as well.
We are just not built the same. I don’t know what happened, but it’s there.
And I’m trapped between these two age groups. Maybe it’s because I have been working since I was 6 years old. It’s all I know how to do. Maybe I didn’t have the same childhood as other people but at least I’ve worked to get where I am, and I’ve never asked anyone for help or a handout,you know?
I just find it funny how, When everything was unregulated, unsupervised, we still had more pride and work ethic.
Now, we have better supervision, regulation, and honestly probably for the better. But we’re like a bunch of degenerates. We want a miracle pill. You know, like a re-do button.
You remember when you were little and you could just yell redo!
And get a second chance?
That’s what we’re after.
Something to cancel out the years of bad decisions and choices that have stacked up against us.
But what do I know? I’m not a doctor or anything, I just know how to laugh at myself. Now pass me another Beer.