Sunday, November 4, 2012

Wisdom




Never trust a self proclaimed wise person. Their declarations of infinite wisdom are always followed by a bid to appoint themselves leader of the pack.  They shove in with their brass balls and authoritative posture,  waving some relic of a birth certificate as if this is proof of their intellect.
If there is no pack to lead, they'll create one. Then make it their mission statement to keep out people they don't like.
People like you.
I have some news for you. Advanced age just means you are old.
I can't help getting old. But I can avoid being full of bullshit.
Well I can't, but I can display my full of shitness as an option or an opinion.  I can do it in a way that isn't divisive or harmful.
This doesn't apply to the acutely self esteem deficient. Everything under the sun triggers you guys.

As long as there is a willing audience, we will get the same old know it all slap fucks holding court with their dead from the neck up proselytizing.
"I am WELL into my fifties. (Short pause for the E.F.Hutton effect)... and I CAN tell you this."
Yeah.
We know you can, but we wish you wouldn't.
And we'll get the same people that must be told what to think.
"Who knows what everyone else is thinking? I don't dare say what I think. What if I am wrong? I'll wait and see what every one else says, and then I'll agree with them.

Any body that confuses age with wisdom should try standing in a mob of assisted living refugees swarming the slot machines at Choctaw Casino.
If you err to the side of human fallibility, you will get through this life just fine. The odds are, that the beeping,  squawking know it all, is just a fat bag of hot air.
This "I am wise hear me roar" tactic, should be the first red flag you look for. It works too well for them to leave it out.
They lie when they tell us that their arrival at this perfect state of transcendental wisdom and judicious grace, is a function of age. They have always been the insufferable ass you see now. Their sense of entitlement was something they were born with. It's just easier to sell it at this age with a little spoonful of Aunt Bee to make the medicine go down.


Those that fled and deleted blogs don't blame any one but yourselves.
If you read this you probably still think the rest of us are your enemy and you have found a place populated by like minded, compassionate people. But the people Cali turned you against are the people who created this safe haven in the first place.
I don't include myself in this group.
I am speaking of the guys that have been here for years. The upsi's and jonsi's. The mulderfan's and the Vanci's. PA and all the other people who got where they are by writing there own rules and not following some paint by number therapy they found reading Ann Landers. Free standing, free thinkers, that would never ask you to give up your autonomy.  And would never ask you to throw your journal's away because your thinking and writing might expose you to some risk.
For me, aging has been an unfolding of knowing how much stuff is out there that I will NEVER understand. Age doesn't shorten the list of things that will round out my perfection. It lets me know that the kind of wisdom they are preaching about doesn't exist.
Only a fool would offer themselves up as a conduit to perfection.
And only a fool would take them up on it.
There is a reason why humans evolved with mouths that close and ears that stay open.
It's because we need more shutting the fuck up, and less spewing of self aggrandizing bullshit.
Not every thought, opinion, and statement is destined for the history book.
So anonymous flying monkeys from the land of Cali, here you go.
Let the " I know you are but what am I " games begin.


26 comments:

upsi said...

Can I get an amen?

(choir girls sing choral amen)

Bada-mother-fuck-balls-bing-a-rooni

q1605 said...

I think upsi has been at the cooking sherry again.

upsi said...

bang-a-rang Q my good man, as Jim Carrey would say, the era of yes has begun.

Anonymous said...

hahaha, so you're bringing the party over here today. BYOB

Sis

upsi said...

Back yard BB-Q, I will bring some watermelon cubes. and some tune-age. This party goes mobile.

Anonymous said...

So much of Truth is relative. And how we label stuff. We were at a Buddhist temple in a meditation class and our 'zen master' was talking to us about stress. He threw a pillow over to me and said 'this is stress', and I said okay this is stress. Then he laughed and said, 'it's just a pillow to me'. How can anyone be The Wise One when so much of life is just how we judge and label our relative perceptions.

Sis

jessie said...

I think the moment anyone feels the need to label themselves for you, you should run for the hills (i.e. I'm wise, a Christian, a pacifist, an intellectual...blah, blah). If someone IS something, it should be apparent by the person they are, not a sign around their neck.
And a "wise" person would realize truly wise people do not need to declare it to the masses. And that by declaring themselves as wise, they've plateaued out in that area.
The "I'm wise because I'm older than you and so you have to do what I tell you to do" bullshit annoys me to no end. Some of the "wisest" people I know are kids...age can really fuck wisdom up.

q1605 said...

Yeah sis. I know I will look like the guy that can't let it go. But old cali old pal o mine doesn't get to tell me when I have had enough. My horse is still kicking down here so I am going to beat it for a little while longer.
Maybe next time SHE'LL let it go before it catches the whole goddamn house on fire. I can't let dumbassery like hers go unrewarded.
Ya'know Jessie. In my younger days I figured wisdom was a given with age. I kept accruing a bunch of facts and opinions and thought this was the foundation for later wisdom.
But I kept getting older and older and outside of squirreling into being a Jeopardy contestant, knowledge doesn't exactly jibe with wisdom.
And the older I got the less sense I could make of things. But at the same time I got OK with that.
Any peace of mind I have now is not born from any wisdom. It's from not wanting to fuck up my day in and day out life worrying about things that don't really matter.
Until you get the Calabanastan telling you when you are wrong and when you are right and how to feel and when to feel it. And what you are allowed to say about who.
I can go live with my mother if I want to be dominated by a crazy bitch.
So suck it Cali.
You think my don't fuck with me posts are hyperbole or posturing.
Guess again. I just wish you lived on my street so I could piss in your yard

Anonymous said...

"Until you get the Calabanastan telling you when you are wrong and when you are right and how to feel and when to feel it. And what you are allowed to say about who".

true, it's like the emotional taliban! As if people could be controlled, delusional.

Sis

q1605 said...

The Calabanastan believes their own rhetoric. That they'll give us a good talking to, and I'll turn tail and run. Most times they would be right. Except tonight. I reserve the right to say what I want, when I want to say it. Which is exactly what they do. They just cry foul when me or upsi or Jonsi does. How bout next time they shut the fuck up. Hear that Cali? Mind your own business for once in your life.
I was raised by the Barbarian. I don't shy away that easy.
I am not necessarily looking for a fight, but some flame fest on line is pretty tame.
I'll look like a petty douche if it draws fire from the other bloggers.
Like I give a fuck about a bunch of nuns getting their knickers twisted? How bout next time keeping your condescending judgement to your self.

vicariousrising said...

Here's my wisdom: all the smartest people I know have greater curiosity than need to be right. Like you said, awareness of how much we don't know is something that we arrive at if we mature past the know it all teenage years.

mulderfan said...

In my family the assholes just get assholier with age.

I'm drifting awfully close to 67 and am the first to admit I know fuck-all about a lot of things, but I know a fuck-up when I encounter one and CS is a doozie!

I'm such a lady, I'll bring the paper doilies!

q1605 said...

Yeah VR. I was a big know it all, but is was a pile of dumb facts to amaze people with at parties.
After a couple of divorces and going broke ass broke at the same time I was ginning a record amount of sales through my construction company, I figured out I had exactly nothing figured out.

Hiyo Mulderfan.
Do you watch Calipornication?

mulderfan said...

No to Calipornication!

I don't have a thing for David Duchovny. I like em weird like Fox Mulder!

q1605 said...

Let me think of how to word this.
If you haven't seen calipornication.
If there was ever a guy that could pull me... the operative word here is if.
If there was ever going to be a guy that could pull me off sides of the heterosexual front, it would be Hank Moody.
Although I would rather be his wing man.

mulderfan said...

Yep, I watched it briefly but IMO sex ix not a spectator sport.

q1605 said...

Thar would depend on how many tickets I could sell.

Vanci said...

Q,
I love this post.
It reminded me of all the reasons that I have spent so much time learning to trust my gut, my instincts and my own processes. It reminded me to keep my bullshitometer tuned in and at the ready.

Thank you for being and sharing the you. That is Q. Whoo hoo. :)

Love,
Vanci

q1605 said...

At the risk of tarnishing my ne'er do well reputation with some altruism, I think we should not the the disciples of Cali go gentle into that good night. But that they should rage against the dying of the light.
And if they choose censorship over some harsh but fair freedom, we can't say we didn't try to help them out.

q1605 said...

Vanci, I evoked you name without permission.
Maybe you can retain the pro bono representation of Cali's and sue sue sue us.

Vanci said...

Q,
OUCH.
Did you just put me in the same wacky basket as Cali and her altar ego(s)? Why must you cut? Why???

Oh... the humanity...

But seriously, I'm for truth. And that generally makes me for truth-tellers. Which you are. So you can say my name in any way you want. Unless you're having strangely tingly thoughts about Mr. Duchovny, and then I'd prefer that you leave me out of it.

Love,
Vanci

q1605 said...

Duchovny doesn't do it for me.
Tea Leoni?
Yowsah!

Tundra Woman said...

Mon Dieu, How many times did I hear courtesy of Pychob, "When you're older, you'll understand"? Yeah, well, here I AM, and I sure get gaslighting, rewriting history, spin etc.
Serious aging is a series of insults, large and small that remind me of the bad ol' days when the alarm clock exploded, I'd bound out of bed, hit the shower, do the make-up thing, get dressed and out the door with a coffee to go.
HA! It takes about that much time just to get everything in "working order" to shuffle outta bed (if I didn't end up in the couch eventually lookin' to get comfortable somehow), find my way to the bathroom, throw on what ever clean what ever I'm gonna slob around in today around the house if I'm home, plug the coffee pot in, grab the OJ and mornin' meds, turn on the stereo and electronics for the mornin' news.
You know you're aging the first time the bagger in the grocery store calls YOU "Ma'am" and you're lookin' over your shoulder to see who they're talkin' to; some nice young, unsolicited person reaches up and grabs that 20 lb. bag of cat litter (and they don't WORK there) smiles, and says, "I help my Nana with this stuff all the time" as they put it in your cart, and people offer to carry your groceries to your car (yeah, they DO work there) even though they're in a CART etc.
Yeah. That's how it happens. Insidiously. You're flummoxin' spell check on the computer when you use to be your own spell check, the cross-word puzzle really IS "Cross Words" a la..."Huh. What's that WORD again?" and you put your glasses on and look in the mirror. Whew. Now THAT is a true reality check.
Age has given me experience. That's all. A LOT of experiences I had to repeat a few more times than I'd like to admit for the light-bulb moment to not only flash, but stay LIT. It brings ya to your knees because ya fell over your own two feet and hope to hell nothing cracked, folded, spindled or self-mutilated practically and metaphorically speaking. Then there's the challenge of getting back to an up-right position:
"So now you don't talk so loud
Now ya don't act so proud
When they took from you everything they could STEAL.
How does it feel?" (Bob Dylan)
Foolish. Relieved. Grateful you can still put one foot in front of the other. Grateful you got your ass kicked by the people who DO care about you when you didn't even realize you needed exactly THAT.
I have been blessed by who ever for this life despite all of it and by every last human being that informed me in some, way, shape manner or form what it means to be human, to be fallible, to live as an imperfect person in an imperfect world. I'm not at all reticent to say these are the real heros in my life, the everyday people who cared enough-or got pissed enough-to yank my chain when I needed it particularly when I hadn't a clue or was convinced of my "righteousness." Whoa, baby-TW, you're a true twit at times.
But not ALL the time ;)
TW

q1605 said...

I must confess. I was looking at a receipt from Wendy's and noticed that gave me the senior citizens discount.
This was three years ago and I damned sure didn't ask for it. I still ain't old enough to get it. Closer but not there yet.
AARP will take me next year.
Uncle Sam wouldn't take me on a dare starting about 10 years ago even if we were in a three front war.
Age will never explain the betrayal they gave us.
One day you will understand why I threw you under a bus from the day you were born.
We'll I get that now. You are a crazy evil bitch.

Tundra Woman said...

Bada-bing.
All those years spent thinkin' "OK. I CAN make this work somehow. Other people seem to manage this with no problem. Sooooo........?"
They didn't have a Walking Cluster B parent, but it sure is good "training" for "B-Dar" because they ARE ubiquitous.
And show up in the damndest places and spaces!
TW

Tundra Woman said...

Well now. My ISP has been doin' some work in the 'hood, such as it is considering the animules, hunters, shoot-'em-up stuff (I'm waitin' for my sliding glass door to explode at any time, Troubs to drop dead of instant geriatric cat-attack just because I PAID the vet in full at her appointment last Thurs.)
q, could you please do yer magic and send the redundant above to the trash can of your puter? Or History or where ever stuff "goes away" but not really? Thanks! I'd try to do it from this end but it won't work and besides, my phone isn't most of the time either.
TW