" New Stuff "
Since the onset of days when modern man started walking erect and was able to communicate through grunts and other sounds he has been on a quest for new things. Just to set the record straight, as I refer to modern man the female of the species is also included. The selection of new things was far simpler back then as a good stick or dry cave was about it. And after the wheel was invented it was all downhill from there "Pun Intended".
But as we evolved so did our stuff and in all likely hood it just complicated matters far more than we needed or realized it. Now it's a constant quest at the better wheel or bigger cave, but remember how you felt when you got your first set of wheels or your first cave of your own, how you oohed and aaahed by yourself for hours as it was just perfect. Remember your first car, yes the one where you had to roll up the window with one hand operating the crank, while gently guiding the glass up words as you went along. Yet you washed it and named it as though it was your first born. In hindsight if you had to drive it now you would be mortified, going great lenghts out of your way not to be seen anywhere near it, let alone getting out of it.
Or that first apartment with the hand me down couch and ripped linoleum, where you thought it was cool to get heat from a pot of water on the stove. Back when your slumlord Italian landlord wasn't a cheap greaseball yet, but European and "saving on the oil". We grow tired of things and just as we evolved from starting fire with two sticks as we got older so did our tastes, refined as it's now called. But the question now at hand is when is it ok to out grow people?. Is it ok at all or are you just stuck with that same person who like the window has to be guided straight on a constant basis.
Can you recall the first time you saw your significant other or the person your involved with forever. Probably to yourself you did the oooh and ahhh. The same as that car you once loved, you just couldn't wait to be around them everywhere you went was new and exciting. Flash forward now and they no longer have those legs or ass to die for and those bedroom eyes now have cracks and cratters beside them that Nasa could have tested out there hubble telescope on. Those pearly white teeth are still pearly white but now there in a glass next to the bed or hidden in plain view next to the sink in a nifty container. That flat stomach went the way of the Doe-Doe bird and now the opposing party would be happy just to look down and see their own feet, speaking of which an extra head seems to have sprouted from that same foot somewhere along the relationship.
What once was a cute "Poof" at passing gas when you pulled the covers over both your heads and giggled, now turned into a gas emission which rivaled the old Staten Island landfill on a hot July day. Fumes so noxious you leave for the couch and to make matters far worse they don't look plain old stupid...notice your gone nor care. So like the car after the water pump started leaking, the tires went bald, and something started oozing mysterious fluid on the driveway you now realized it was time to get rid of them. Especially since the new mystery liquid is not the " After " wet spot. So why isn't it socially acceptable to trade a person in for a newer model. Something fast and sleek that does'nt feel comfortable enough to scratch that very personal itch in front of you.
As I write this and as you read it, we all know it's not ok, as unlike a material object let us not forget when that person was with you in your many times of need. You remember the ones where you truly thought no one cared, and for the most part except for them no one did. Or together being able to share the many tears of joy you felt comfortable enough to share, and are all too happy you did. So it's ok to be middle aged and lust a little over that 25 year old, but just remember the 60 year old you saw in the Vette convertible. Where you both laughed out loud in unison how this is just plain old stupid...