Ronin of the Spirit

Because reality is beautiful.

Mr Nice Guy

So lately I’ve been thinking of some of my earliest memories.  It’s strange what you remember.  If I actually think about what I remember, I can’t remember anything, but if I just go about my day having made a note to remember my earliest memories, they just sort of come to me randomly. Not long after I learned to read, I remember going to Adventure Land.  Adventure Land is billed as “Iowa’s Largest And Most Compete Family Resort Complex” which is a lot like saying “The Yukon’s Most Productive Pineapple Farm”  or “Vatican City’s Hottest Cabaret”.  It’s sort of a uniquely Midwestern amusement park for people who can’t be bothered to drive all the way to Six Flags.  You know how when you get the 5 pound bottle of generic acetaminophen, it says “Compare to Tylenol” in BIG letters and little tiny letters, “Tylenol is is trademark of the Johnson&Johnson Company, which your broke ass can’t afford.”  Yeah, its kinda like that.

So having just learned to read, I had read a neat, new word scratched into the log on the Log Ride.  I spelled it out: F – U – C – K, thats spells “fuck” just like “duck” and I knew what “you” was. I had a log to ride, so I didn’t think of it again until later, when I was taking a bath.

“Mom, what does ‘Fuck’  mean?”

“That’s a bad word, and not something anyone should say” she said.

I mulled that over.  What made a word ‘bad’?  And why couldn’t one say it?

“Why is it bad?” I asked.

“Well, it’s bad because it hurts peoples’ feelings,” she explained nervously.

I was appalled.

“But why would someone write something bad on the log?!?”

“Um,” she replied “Some people like to hurt other peoples feelings, they think its fun.”

“Why,” I sobbed “why would anyone want to make anyone else feel bad?”

“I’ve never understood it myself, Israel,” she said.

I cried inconsolably for at least another 30 seconds.

Still sniffing, I put on my footed pajamas, and went to bed, the cruelty of the world weighing heavily on my small back.

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July 7, 2008 - Posted by | Self discovery, Uncategorized | , , , , ,

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