Thoughts In Contrasts

By | July 7, 2016
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Thoughts in Contrasts

Let me start off by saying I slept well last night. Actually, I slept well but not very long, which is better than sleeping long but not very well, I guess.

I fell asleep before 11 – no disturbing late night phone calls. I would have shut my cell phone off, but I needed the alarm clock. Oh, wait! I didn’t need the alarm clock(s). I haven’t needed them all week. Every day this week, I’ve been awakened by natural juices or whatever it is that wakes a person up. In cases where families have small children, it’s not natural juices that awaken people, it’s a four-year old. In my case, however, there are no four year-olds handy, so I have to rely on mechanical devices or natural juices to awaken me. This week, natural juices have been the soup du jour.

So, this morning, the natural juices began flowing at 4:35AM. Do not ask me why. I do not know. My eyes flipped open at 4:35 and they have remained open since. As I lie here in a semi-catatonic state, I am watching several “beautiful people” bouncing around on exercise machines and smiling with freshly whitened teeth — “toningtheir abs” and working on a “sexy body”, I lie here like the corpulent non-beautiful, non-sexy, person that I am, contemplating how many people, at that very moment, are eagerly dialing phones, ordering the Max Slimmer, as they dream of the summer days ahead. Ah yes, summertime: Beautiful people clad only in the skimpiest bathing attire, objects of the oglers’ eye, exquisitely desired by members of the opposite sex. Or the same sex – after all, this is the 21st century.

These thoughts lead me through a labyrinth of mostly unconnected thoughts. The older I get, the more unconnected my thoughts become. I guess this is nature’s way of preparing for the day when my thoughts disconnect entirely, and I float around mindless in some malodorous nursing home and being attended to by a bevy of chortling young, underpaid nurses. Let’s just hope they all bought Max Slimmers. With my luck, none of them will have and they’ll be Twinkie eaters – i.e. “curvy”. I probably wont’ care, but I’m just saying.

Anyway, the smiling Max Slimmer boys and girls are telling me I could get Max Slimmer for eight easy payments of $39.95 – but wait! If I order right now, they’ll knock off one of those payments and include a free “How to attract ….” book. Wow. Now I’m listening. These beautiful people really care about my fat, aging carcass. They want me to have six-pack abs and a sexy body. If I don’t see results in six weeks, I get my money back but I can keep the “How to attract….” book PLUS the free workout DVD with special grooming and health tips, guaranteed to make me irresistible to the opposite sex – or whatever. Guaranteed, huh? Wish they would have had this kind of guarantee when I was like say, 18 or 19. Again, my luck is not so good. Now, if they could guarantee that women would slobber all over my wrinkled, old carcass now! But…I’m dreaming. They’d just send my money back.

OK so I’m calculating… let’s see…$39.95 times seven payments. I don’t have a calculator because I don’t sleep with one. I sleep alone. I can do the math in my head, but my head is muffy with the leftover detritus of sleep; still I’m pretty sharp. I figured for around $280 – give or take 35 cents – I could change my pathetic life. I could strut around city pools and beaches in my slinky Speedo, flashing my abs and twisting my sleek, glistening torso and watch the women drool as I sashay by them.

It’s an interesting thought.

Now I’m tossed between the Max Slimmer on TV and the box of donuts I know is sitting on the kitchen table. Too late. The Max Slimmer infomercial has ended and I can’t remember the toll-free number to call. I didn’t have my credit card handy anyway. As I’ve told you: I sleep

I almost go for the donuts.

Then it occurs to me that we live in a world of such contrasts. I note this as I am looking at the screen, the same screen which just moments before was full of “beautiful people” vigorously toning their “beautiful bodies”. But now I see non-beautiful people. Men and women and little kids wandering around aimlessly through the ruins of cities and piles of rubble; the aftermath of a horrendous earthquake.

It is a tropical landscape gone sullen and somber – surreal devastation everywhere.

Some of these people are so badly injured they can barely walk. I see utter devastation all around. Haiti’s few hospitals and clinics have been destroyed. There is no electricity. There is no water. There are no beautiful people. There are only people. People crying. People clinging to the only thing many have left: their family.

I watch corpses being tossed into front-loaders and thrown into the beds of pickup trucks. I see people covering their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs and towels in a desperate attempt to escape the overpowering stench of death.

I look away.

Everything these people have ever owned, which wasn’t much, they now wear on their backs. Tears stream down black anguished faces. Some of them look dazed. Some of them look confused. Some of them look shocked. Some of them look stunned. Some of them look terribly injured. All of them look pathetic and scared. All of them look hopeless.

“Fifty-thousand or more may have died, hundreds of thousands injured” the announcer says somberly. Many of the dead are buried under rubble tens of feet deep. It may be days or weeks before some of these poor people know if their loved ones are dead or dying or alive and injured.

All these poverty-stricken people, who never had much to being with, now find themselves with nothing at all.

I stare at the screen until my heart hurts and my eyes sting.

This morning, already, I’ve seen such contrasts. I’ve seen a world where there is too much and a world where there is too little. My mind cannot reconcile the two.

I get up and I pass by the box of donuts and decide coffee is enough for me.

2 thoughts on “Thoughts In Contrasts

  1. Dodo

    So true, but a hint from an older person than yourself: Don’t turn on the TV when your natural juices wake you up! Snuggle back into your sleeping position (it’s okay if it’s alone) don’t think, go back to sleep until your alarm wakes you. You won’t be able to fix any of the contrasts that early in the morning, trust me I know. There’s plenty of time to fix things after you’ve had your coffee, and hey, you have my permission to eat a donut once in awhile. Life’s too short, the contrasts of life will fill your day, save your nights and early mornings for a peaceful, savory, delightful sleep. Enjoy!

  2. Patricia Klun

    Love this “rant”. This is so true. The world is full of men and women who think beauty Is everything – or you lose your worth. What a shame. Maybe the marketers are the ones that should be ousted. I am 80 now, but my brain is stuck at 15 and I have a good sense of humor. I didn’t drag an old lady with me in the aging process. Sadly, my youthful years of dangerous doings have earned me time in a nursing home for serious injuries. And in need of care. Of course, no one went to the doctor if they could get up and nothing hurt. I make fun of the things that finally put me here, and then I can make fun of everyone around me – in a fun way. I heard one nurse say to another that I make it fun to come in here. No greater compliment could have been given. And my youngest son brought and hung a picture of me when I was 25. I was very pretty and never knew it. But times were different and there were no marketers making money for various companies promoting beauty. Even Human Resource people are younger and hire younger people and we are sometimes disregarded more and more as we age. If I could still get around at 80, I would still want to work. BTW, I have my internal clock set to wake me twice during the night for the people who need to care for me. I harass them in fun, too. But, yes, there are tears once in a while they don’t see.


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