- Sara
bought me a new hat … }:)
“When
will you two grow up”? “You two are still so immature”.
The
answers here respectively are:
1)-“Hopefully never, & if we've pissed
you off, then I guess we’re well on our way” and,
2)- “Thank God”!
Yes; for
the half dozen or so “Atheists” or “Anti-Theists” that will undoubtedly read
this & look down your nose at me, ... I thank God.
The
saddest part of it all for me? & I can write it here, without fear of
contradiction. I know teenagers more “grown up” then I am. You all forget how
fuck’n awesome it is to spend a Saturday night reading comic books in a blanket
fort w/ your best friend. You’re so caught up in arguing that there is no God,
or paying off your new flat panel LCD that you forget, & it is sad.
I’ve even had some of you “anti-religion” groupies “literally” throw New
Testament Scripture at me here, “aren’t we supposed to put away childish things
Stacey”. You don’t even get that you’re proving my point.
Childlike
ignorance and innocence is the only way I can ever imagine looking at this
world we live in, & if some Jew figured this out 2Kyrs. ago, I say
“atta boy”. I wasn’t there so I can only paraphrase, but I think the story goes
something like this: “He motioned to the children, & said you have to
become like these to enter the kingdom of heaven”. Well, I’m the most immature
43yr. old I know, & I feel like I’m living in heaven every day of my
life. Sure sometimes it sucks ass, sometimes bills are too much, sometimes
dicks run their rhetoric all over my FB page, & even offend my 70yr.
old aunt with their B.S. but I have faith that they’ll learn from their mistakes,
& remind myself that I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, I’m
the very same guy who tells all of these young people to “question everything”,
“take nothing at face value”, & “never stop learning”. I think I may
camp out in a blanket fort tonight with my PS3, & my little 20” flat
panel, I love your kidz new technology
}:)
I guess
I’ve learned that, in many ways the fighting has to stop. Certainly, as a
people we have to put down our sticks & stones, but I’m discussing more
than this. It’s far more important to allow each other our individuality in the
name of peace & brotherhood then it is to be combative for combat’s
sake. I would much rather, share your time, agree that your opinion has value
and should be considered then combat your ideas with relentless rhetoric. To be
sure, non-violence has been proven to have a far more enduring effect. What I’m
discussing here is far more important; far more enduring in its “lasting
effects”.
I’ve been
accused of being “Dramatic, just like my sisters”, I’ve been accused of being
“judgemental”, & if you’ve read from the top of the page, most
recently, being “immature”. To these & many more I say: “suck a dick
fag-bot, (that’s gotta be counted as pretty childish & immature!) you
obviously know nothing about me, or my beautiful, educated & amazing
sisters, & that’s your own short sighted bullshit & your loss.
I am not losing sleep, Richard”.
The
relationships I enjoy with my sisters today, are the direct result of “adults”
growing & evolving and learning that the fighting has to stop. It’s no
longer passing judgement on the very people you claim to love, it’s giving
those people you claim to care for the freedom to be whom they are, &
then choosing to love them anyway! I choose to embrace the childlike,
immaturity that is Stacey Gaudette today; I got to find him again a couple of
years ago. He came to me while trapped in an apartment with those very same
sisters, & he fell in love with those amazing women. The only drama, he
found came from those people who never took any time to get to know the people
they point their crooked fingers at.
Learning
not to fight, means that I don’t obsess any more. Money, bills all of the
stressors in life are still there, to be sure, the world continues to spin
around me, but I choose not to step into the whirlwind. Even if it’s only
metaphorically; that childish little asshole, Stacey Gaudette, can punch ‘dicks
in the face & tell ‘em to fuck off.
I choose freedom, freedom to soak up all the goodness & joy in
my life; my wife, my children, my friends and all of their accomplishments. I
can enjoy the home we have, & the food in our cupboards. Really, what
else do any of us need!?
When I
was a small 10yr. old boy, I didn’t ask where the Kap’n Krunch came from, I
just poured a massively huge bowl, curled into a cozy spot on the couch on
Saturday morning, & slung webs
across New York city with Spidey. I had complete, pure & perfect faith
that next Saturday would be the exact same. You can call it trust, confidence,
belief, assurance, or reliance; whatever word you need to make it more
palatable, but that’s the very essence of the problem. What difference does it
make what word I choose to use? Why not choose to look for the essence of what
I’m writing? We don’t have to offer opinions on every single thing we see, or
read. Sometimes we can allow an experience to just affect us, & ponder
that, “experience it”. Who, or what is judgmental when picking apart every
aspect of someone’s writing & then hiding behind some self-appointed
“right” to comment? All of this worldly, whirlwind B.S. takes away from the
opportunity to learn, to experience and to be changed.
If
there’s any one thing I can pin to a cork board that defines me, & my
experience, so far, in this life; it’s that I have been “malleable” , I’ve made
this pliability a part of my person from the very earliest days I can recall. A
strong desire to learn & be changed by the people & experiences
in my life is one thing I’ve taken from my childhood & held fast; to
this very day. It also, sadly, becomes very easy to recognize people who are
not like this; those “rigid” inflexible few who are convinced that theirs is
the only way. Their fear controlled lives are palpable.
I know
that while today I may hold firm to my belief that white is white &
black is black; tomorrow one person’s view may allow me to see shades of grey I
never imagined, that’s exciting to me. I refuse to believe that my opinion is
the end all & be all. Call me immature, call me over dramatic, and say
I’m just like my sisters, & I’ll say thank-you, they are amazing women,
yet I know that the loss is yours, because as you call names & throw
stones you’ve never taken the time, you lack a very important part of the human
experience … especially funny for me because a PhD once told me that my
“childlike approach to life is evolved”.
- He’s
the very same man that originally encouraged me to start keeping a blog!
- Pissin' People Off Since 1997 ... Love; S.
5 comments:
Some may be athiest, some may beleve. Some have rate, some have/ have had big lcd tv's. Some are dramatic, some are silly. What we believe, don't believe, own or don't own doesn't matter. Because will live in a democratic society and an amazing country, we can each do, believe, own, watch, teach, mature and live as we so choose. That is what is so amazing...whether it is a result of God, Jehovah's, Allah, Buddha, Scientology, Evolution, Big Bang Theory or some unknown force, we are here, free to believe, disbelieve and live as we choose. That is what makes our world SO amazing.
Living life and letting others live theirs,
Louisa Gaudette-Bezaire
Well said, big sister }:)
Wow I guess ignorance is still bliss for some...
No, read into it what you will, needle & poke & fish. This is called "acceptance", it's fostering "inclusion". It's the recognition that one's fellow man deserves the same freedoms to believe, celebrate and express himself; as the next person. It's the recognition that more is to be gained. Did Stephen Hawking fall out of the sky and give you all the answers? Presuming you know something that you don't makes you petty, wisdom is knowing when to admit when one does not know. Yes, ... it's a paraphrase ...
If you want to say that in your option my sister & I are "blissfully unaware", then just say it stop beating around the bush, like your some educated super, your b.s. attempt to side step an insult makes you a spineless asshole, that's called being blunt & I'm feeling like Ima do that more often
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