Often I find myself in here, late at night, drinking some coffee and surfing the net. Some days it is interesting and on other days, disturbing as all get out.
There are so many disenchanted people on the net, totally unplugged, disconnected from life in general, society, the mainstream of American life.
Often you come across a post that reads so depressingly that you just want to lie down in the bathtub in a pool of warm water, light a couple of candles, slit your wrists and be done with it.
It is often that bad.
It just seems to me that we have a whole generation of people (perhaps even more) that are genuinely dissatisfied with life, and could care less about living, which to me is sad. And possibly even more disturbing is the simple fact of “I don’t know how to reach them.”
Life doesn’t have to be all that sad, there is hope, and sometimes you find it in the strangest places.
I didn’t start out to write a testimonial about my wife, Cup Cake, but it appears that is where I am heading. She is a definite plus in my life, hates it when I write about her, and she adds to my life each day, I am a lucky guy to have discovered her all those years ago.
When I am down, she helps to pick me up, and I guess that is why the majority of these people, unhappy people on the net, are single people. Living alone, no partner, maybe a cat, a lot of people on the net have cats. What is the deal on that.
Married people are also smarter, another distinct advantage to being monogamous. Now if you are young and just starting out and reading this, you will more than likely not understand. You might even take offense. But this is a true statement.
Changes that occur in the brain during the early stages of love are not conducive to intellectual pursuits. The feeling of euphoria, the sometimes obsessive desire to be with your beloved, all make concentration on anything else, almost impossible.
It is when you reach our age, the Crescent of Life, the stage where most of it is ….. “C’mere, get away, C’mere, get away, C’mere, get away, C’mere, get away,” you then reach an understanding of it all.
As I understand it. When people in the early stages of infatuation are shown photos of their sweethearts and told to think about them, areas of the brain rich in the chemical dopamine are activated.
Dopamine produces very powerful pleasurable sensations. Cocaine and amphetamine, for example, produce their effects by spurring the release of dopamine.
When people MY AGE are shown similar pictures, they just sort of get irritated because you woke up them up from their nap.
In other words, mature relationships do not produce dopamine, euphoria, and generally speaking, are less responsive when shown a picture of their significant other.
Unless you are like me. I have what is known as a pornographic mind, I can remember every dirty picture I have ever seen. But I cannot speed read for some reason, wonder what that is about? It sure would make reading my prescription bottles a lot faster.
I am glad that I have my little China Doll, she completes me (not like Tom Cruise mind ya) and helps me thru the difficult times, I am glad that we are “hooked up” as the younger set puts it. Lately, I have been devoting a lot of time to thinking about our Golden Years.
We are both Baby Boomers, and quickly approaching that time of our lives, where we must give serious consideration to the twilight years that are now just over the horizon. The years that we thought would NEVER get here, are suddenly right there, staring us in the eye.
In America the youngsters have a tendency to farm out the old people to the nursing home or assisted living, sad truth, but it happens with disturbing reality in this country.
Other civilizations and cultures revere the elderly, but not in this country, the aged or elderly, much like everything else, we often deem that they are disposable.
Sadly this is the norm.
I don’t want no stinkin’ nursing home, assisted living, or anything like that. I also want someone with enough courage and guts standing next to my bed that will unplug me and allow me to depart, with a modicum of dignity.
So there, I am on record about that.
The other day I was talking to a lady at the Appliance Repair shop and she mentioned something I found interesting. I may have accidentally discovered a possible solution to it all. Even a blind hog can find an acorn every now and then.
The average nursing home expense in this country is now approaching something like $2,400 per month. Who has that kind of discretionary income in this day and age, certainly not me. So I have hit upon a possible solution, we will take a cruise, several cruises per year actually.
Think about it.
Three meals a day. Doctor’s on a cruise ship, 24-7 so that is not a problem. New friends, not each day, but all of the time. Room and board. No home maintenance, no property taxes. Visiting strange and new places or just sitting on the deck and taking in the sun. No Grandkids under foot, no phone, no pager, no answering machine/voice mail.
Okay stop it, I hear you snickering in the background, saying “the fool has finally lost his mind!” This is my personal dopamine-driven euphoria to a more mindful cultivation of love and respect.
Flowers and candlelight dinners help, but so do exploring and experiencing the world together until the bitter end, this carries a certain appeal to me.
Face the facts. We can not all be the Ex-Governor of New York and move to Nevada and open up a empire of high-end brothels, which will feature the services of classy celebrity starlets who do not wear underwear and are on the downslide of life.
A few of us, are going to be left behind, to fend for ourselves.
Yup, that are a plan to me. It surely beats sitting around in some lonely, dark room with a cat, typing what a miserable rotten life you have and then posting it on some board, full of dysfunctional lost souls who are living fruitless, lives of desperation with their beloved cats.
Me and the Miss’us are gonna take a cruise.
That is better than sitting in matching bathtubs, holding hands on some mysterious beach location in California, staring at the fading sunset, living better thru the wonders of chemistry.
(Levitra commercials … I mean really … who has matching bathtubs, give me a break)
So that is the plan. We are going to set sail on the Geritol Love Boat … We will send you a post card from the edge, when we do get there …
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