theres actually no need for anyone to read, this, Im just writing because I wish to do so. youll find this rather dull anyway. I dont know about anyone else, but tonight I arrived at the conclusion that east-coast Australians just have to be essentially illiterate idiots... having grown up with a family amongst none of whom was there a person with the comprehension to understand the word, no, or even the normal courteous no thank you, I decided early that long words (more than two letters) were beyond my parents and siblings comprehension so why waste time, just keep practising running away until I had reached the age where I could make it as permanent as possible. I began practising running away at the age of about 5? and did quite well there for a while once Id discovered how to make the rules work for me. school holidays, mum going out to town for the day, my eldest sister in charge of the unruly youngsters, sorting the days entertainment ... games in the garden. this is your character, you can be such and such, and so on through the list of roles we were to play, until myself, the youngest player ... and you can be ... tied to the tree whilst we run around throwing things at you because youre the prisoner / the maid waiting on orders / in jail because youre a bad person ... etc. NO! thats not part of the game! YES it is! NO it isnt! and thats not fair! I cant play if Im tied to the tree! and thats breaking the rules! WELL Im the boss of the game and Im making the rules, and your part is being tied to the tree! Its still not fair, why do you have the only say? Because Im the eldest and Im the boss and Im making new rules! Well I wont! Mum said we all have to have a chance to play, being a prisoner is boring and I wont! so youll have to think of something else for me to be! Thats it! You cant talk back to me. Im telling mum when she comes home!. Fine! Im still not going to be a prisoner, and you cant make me! SO THERE! And it would be on ... my eldest sister making a furious rush for me, me taking off around the house at least three times , which was the time it would take me to pick up speed enough to be far enough ahead and leap onto the piano case (posing as a toolshed) under my window, onto the shelf, onto the top, onto and over the window sill, turn and slam the window shut ... whilst my sister stamped furiously underneath waving her arms and threatening big trouble and just you wait till mum gets home!. so? ... rules! ,Nevertheless, 10 years younger, and shorter, Id stand my ground at the window with pride ... every holidays, on every ... mums had to go to town day. wouldnt you? just have to go to town for the day. big trouble! 3 sets of holidays later, my equally furious mother decided that the next time I did such a terrible thing, I would be packed off to my grandparents for the hols, such punishment ... missing out on the fun times at home. No worries, and yes, by the 2nd day of each hols from then on my eldest sister and I made sure that I be packed off to grandmothers, suitcase in hand, appearing suitably penitent, really looking forward to having the best time at grandmas . Neither my grandmother, who I so liked, nor I, ever gave the real game away. And holidays were then the best till I was about 7, when camping trips replaced the games, camping was fun, and my grandmother stayed one of my favourite persons forever. In the here and now, regardless of person, place, etc, this basic two letter word appears to be beyond general comprehension. as in ... or am I just not ... violent enough, rude enough, aggressive enough, cruel enough, pushy enough, insensitive enough, deaf dumb and blind enough ... rough enough or tough enough ...how about fauceful enough ... etc etc etc ... for people to act on the word no! when they hear this from me ... and go away ... preferably forever quite often. In my understanding, when another person says, no or no thank you, fine, no worries, , but Im the only person in the past number of years who Ive met, who thinks like this. I seriously am. There are others, but for example, one of the few, archaeologist/storyteller/poet/wanderer turned into he drinks too much these days ... have disappeared into their own version of the never never during the years Ive been perfecting the art of running away from home. and I have no idea of where or how they might be. Not even the games are other than banal, but I thort.., but he sed, she sed.., but I want..., but he/she needs ..., I didnt hear that, say that again ... and the so continual, you speak so quietly, youll have to speak up/louder... and so it goes. sorry, not interested, no, not my sort of thing, actually I have other things to take care of,... nuh! no comprehension whatsoever. possibly due to the national pastime of pretending to be a deaf, and cretinous, idiot, I know. somewhere way back in time, a sufi said (no, not Rumi), those who do not know how to listen for the quietest voice will never know the music/wisdom/language of the cosmos or something similar. And in this current climate of Im too busy getting everything ! /being everything whaddid ya say again? ... whats so good about greed and its accompanying deafness etc? I dunno. Im too pre-occupied with running away from home again ... wherever home might have turned out to be ... .... these days quite often the last place where whoever / witchever crew of go-getters have decided to insist that I need to be bereft of any largesse I might have owned / earned / created / studied for / been gifted / worked for etc, such largesse belonging it seems, in the hands of the go-getters of this world, by hook and by crook. Why ever bother to ask? No does not mean No, in this world, and we all know this.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 11:03:03 +0000
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