My Father and Me
Posted on Wednesday, September 3, 2008I’m no young fellow, as you know full well.
In fact, I’m incredibly old, and yet I still find myself engaging in all sorts of ludicrous and juvenile behaviour. I don’t seem to be learning sense.
The older I get, the more ridiculous, outrageous and scandalous my behaviour becomes, and sometimes I find myself laughing at the absurdity of it all. Sometimes, indeed, I find myself laughing when laughing is the last thing anyone should be doing.
Now, by contrast, my father was a quiet, decent, sober-minded and hardworking fellow.
I look back at him, and then I look at myself. I compare his age then with my age now, and sometimes I’m horrified to realise that he was much younger. My father was younger than I am.
Sometimes, my adventures become a little weird even for me, and it’s at such times that I wonder. How many of these strange experiences did my father have in the course of his life?
You know what I find most disturbing? The answer is probably “None”.
Stumble it!
September 3rd, 2008
I am becoming more scandoulous the more I advance, I no longer worry what people think of me, its mind over matter, I dont mind because they dont matter.
September 3rd, 2008
Growing old disgracefully, good for you, Bock. It’s time we cast off this suffocating veneer of respectability in this country and resile into ourselves, the pagans that we really are at heart.
September 3rd, 2008
I have by now outlived my father.
It is both a weird and exhilarating experience.
I agree with you Bock - I don’t think he had been to half the places I have - and I don’t just mean geographically.
But then, they were different times.
September 4th, 2008
How true. I think how quiet a man my dad was, as was i for a long time. Now i do things i know he would never have dared. But also i see my kids do stuff i know i never could. It’s fucking wonderful!
September 4th, 2008
what’s incredibly old? 45 at most I bet.
September 4th, 2008
Their generation had no permission to do or be anything. They especially had no permission to be themselves.
September 4th, 2008
They were also told by thier church to be content with their “station in life” and in a lot of cases that’s exactly what happened. It ruled out all ambition. Sad, wasn’t it. Our fathers, fado fado were capable of a lot more than they achieved, but then are we a lot happier ??
September 4th, 2008
What would Bullet think though? There’s a very thing as Gimme used to say so much better.
There’s a queue of clichés screaming to be repeated but I like the one which goes “we’re not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time”.
You remind me of that other famous blogger Frankie Copolla who remarked to an interviewer that “there is no safety net”.
Woohoo Bock, woofuckinghoo.
September 5th, 2008
Dads being Dads, the answer may be more than you think.
September 5th, 2008
Hmm. Do I really want to think about that?
September 5th, 2008
Was there a question?