Whose Side Are You On ... the Good Guys or the Bad Guys?
The Original Kid 'N Play
You’re kidding me, right? Both, ‘cause it all depends on who wrote the script, no?
In my youth, I watched shows that tilted the angle of acceptability, simply by changing our perspective. If a show’s main character was a cop, they, of course, were the good guys; however, if the most sought after “star” this year was the show’s focus, he or she could be an assassin (think Sydney Bristow, or Huck and Jack from Scandal, dang it, let’s throw in almost the entire cast … even the president got caught with his hand in the cookie jar on that show) … but you get my point.
Whoever we’re steered to root for is dictated by
who others tell us it should be.
But, the meaning is clear, it hinges on which way you look at it, and how it’s skewed to show you whatever it may be, in the best light ever. No, really, ever, because no matter how wrong “it” is, we’ll accept it if: (1) he or she is cute, (2) everybody else accepts it (they can’t all be wrong, right?), or some other silly poll or contest or competition tells us so.
The first time I recall hearing “tweet me at” was from P.Diddy (then known as Puff Daddy, I think, or is it vice versa?), on his infamous TV show, Making the Band. I’d muse about how far I think these ladies and gents have come, but, aside from Aubrey O’Day, I’ve seen neither hide nor hare of any of them, nor the folks who’ve won The Voice or the last 10 winners of American Idol (is that show still on?) and all the other incarnations that exist in this cultural oasis, à la 2019. (BTW, those are 2 names I never thought I'd mention in a blog post.)
Oh, well ... I never thought I’d not know a famous singer’s name, or have never seen an episode of The Walking Dead, or be so cognizant of the political climate prior to the most important election in the past 60 years … no wait … look, I would never watch The Walking Dead, ever, but that’s not the point. As we age, we become forgetful, less able to stay up after dark (you think I’m playing, right, just you watch, mm-hmm), and have a harder time jumping out of bed to face the day (or is that just me?). But, if you accept the inevitable, and face it head on, it’s not so bad.
There are some perks to being older: all those senior discounts to look forward to, waiting to go to Walgreens on the 2nd Tuesday of the month to rake in on those discounts, and I could go on, but I’ve forgotten a few.
If you put it in perspective, and really look at all the positives right before you, you’ll begin to realize you’re still in this life, experiencing the next chapter, and it might be a craft that you’re familiar with, but honing in on different aspects that you never had time to think of before, or it might be a brand new activity, adjustment or goal that is now so much closer than you thought it would be, and it’s just as challenging to figure out what the next step will be.
I know you’re thinking it sounds as if I’m rambling, and this old gal just forgot what she was writing about and ended up here, but let me tell you, even if you can’t teach an old dog new tricks … hmmm, let’s start that again …
… but let me tell you, even if you find yourself on The Other Side of Midnight, that doesn’t mean you’ve kicked the bucket, so, as I tell my kids nearly once every blue moon:
I might be old, but I’m spry.
Just in case a commercial just came on and you got up to make a sandwich, this post is about perspective, and in keeping w/the late theme, here’s another nugget of joy, which I should have posted February 12 (1809):