We all mature in different ways, right? And the two examples you gave ARE very funny, if a bit dangerous. Imagine if that couple upstairs had burst a hole in the waterbed. "JOURNALIST MRS. HESSEL AND HUSBAND MARTHA DROWNED IN BIZARRE WATERBED INCIDENT."
"the difference between being an adult and being a kid was simply realizing that I didn’t need to actively seek out questionable situations in order to write about them"
Huge observation. Would have saved me time and more. A lot of my friends seemed to just know this on their own. Was it their frontal lobes?
In the end, the last time I decided I would enter a questionable situation in order to write about it was what convinced me it was the last time.
From a different perspective: wanting to be an adult seems as essential as the exterior specs.
I can SO relate to the influence of books by Jack Kerouac and Ken Kesey and also of the Algonquin Round Table folks. And I was pretty clueless, too, about the position of women in those worlds. Who was I supposed to want to be? Mardou in The Subterraneans?
You've made me reflect on the many times I've responded "Because it was funny" to what I considered a ridiculous question from an incredulous friend or loved one.
Good god, you were like an inverse ed murrow calling the blitz from a london rooftop!
A few more gems like this and i can complete my merrill markoe charm bracelet👍
thank you 😊🥂🥂
We all mature in different ways, right? And the two examples you gave ARE very funny, if a bit dangerous. Imagine if that couple upstairs had burst a hole in the waterbed. "JOURNALIST MRS. HESSEL AND HUSBAND MARTHA DROWNED IN BIZARRE WATERBED INCIDENT."
Good point. Or imagine what I could have caught by being even an arms length from the bed.
I can't even.
"the difference between being an adult and being a kid was simply realizing that I didn’t need to actively seek out questionable situations in order to write about them"
Huge observation. Would have saved me time and more. A lot of my friends seemed to just know this on their own. Was it their frontal lobes?
In the end, the last time I decided I would enter a questionable situation in order to write about it was what convinced me it was the last time.
From a different perspective: wanting to be an adult seems as essential as the exterior specs.
I can SO relate to the influence of books by Jack Kerouac and Ken Kesey and also of the Algonquin Round Table folks. And I was pretty clueless, too, about the position of women in those worlds. Who was I supposed to want to be? Mardou in The Subterraneans?
Seems like a missed opportunity, Merrill - you could have become a stun gun tycoon.
One of my biggest regrets.
You've made me reflect on the many times I've responded "Because it was funny" to what I considered a ridiculous question from an incredulous friend or loved one.