Growing up in good old fashioned Brady Bunch watching, hungry man television dinner eating, strawberry pop tart snacking, Atari video game playing, OP reversible surfer vest and Hawaiian print Van’s shoe wearing America, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that the dream was actually a freaking nightmare. Little did I know I would spend the good part of my life after leaving college to eradicate and oftentimes try my very best to exorcise from my psyche the very up bringing and culture social conditioning that I so trusted and relied upon.
Its all a joke.
All of it. Seriously. Do we really want to end our lives with someone presiding over our coffin reading out loud the highlights of our life as if he or she was reading a job resume. I certainly do not. I suppose I am the odd one out.
But growing up one of my favorite childhood cartoons was Popeye and the Family Film Festival with Tom Hatten. I loved Popeye, I suppose that might have partially influenced my decision to become a vegetarian, I mean this guy, named Popeye, would bust out and eat a can of spinach and then kick some serious whoop @#$. I loved it. My all time favorite expression was when Popeye reached his limit, he would say, That’s all I can stand, I can’t stands no more!
Well you know what, I need to break out my own a can of spinach, because, I reached my limit, That’s all I can stand, I can’t stands no more!
I have realized that settling for a life less than one deserves is downright tragic, and as I begin the upward ascent towards living the life I always wanted I will be sure to pack some cans of spinach so that I can kick some serious whoop !@# on the status quo.
Don’t get me wrong, life is not that bad, I mean I live a pretty great life, and yet, I am constantly challenging the limits and so it is.
Time for change.