Nobody Knows

Have you ever considered that in the animal kingdom the only individuals who fling their own poo at each other are higher primates; that is to say just humans and chimps. Nobody knows why this happens. This could say something about how we use these bulbous brains we have been blessed with. Do we study the theory of relativity, study over the concepts of time, debate each other over E=MC squared, or try to find yet undiscovered areas of the universe? No, we fling feces. The Bonobo monkeys, on the other hand tend to fix all of their problems with copious amounts of casual and promiscuous sex which may or may not develop into a cold sore like that one you contracted at a Cortney Love concert back in the 90's. Yea, just what you want to do, spend the first ten years of your teens trying to establish a Rock-&-Roll band and then name it "Hole." The only hard and fast rule the Bonobo's have is mothers don't copulate with their sons, otherwise everything else seems to be on the table. And having seen how they roll that may be more of a guideline than a rule. Evidently, in their circle incest is best.

Have you ever taken the time to ask yourself why certain things happen the way they do? For instance, why is it God waits until we can no longer see well enough to pluck them to have stray hairs start to sprout from our ear lobes? Why is it that flatulence and being hard of hearing often go hand-in-hand? Why is it men continue to have children even when they are too old to pick them up? Women have an automatic goal marker that tells them when it is time to stop having children, it's called menopause, and even though the name seems to point to the fact that there might be a small window of opportunity left there; THERE ISN'T! Why is there always a remnant of a blown-out tire left on the highway that if you hit it will ruin one of your own tires? When you order a burger at Sonic and ask for no pickles why you invariably get extra pickles. Why is it only the female mosquito bites and the male tends to just fly around and mind his own business? Sound familiar? So, that brings me to the final question of this paragraph, why is it in life there are always more QUESTIONS than ANSWERS? Nobody knows.

I spent a long time with my mother today that suffers from Demetia. I love the old girl more than life itself, and I feel for her mental plight. I see her struggling to remember names and events, but I am powerless to help her. But why is it every time I leave her side the first thing that crosses my mind is that in 25 years that could easily be me. I suppose it's because there is a lot of truth in that thought. If you study up on dementia "experts" will tell us that dementia is not necessarily hereditary. I call BULL BUTTER on that! You might ask why I used the word expert in the last sentence in quotes; this is to say that nobody really knows yet. There has not been enough exhaustive study done on the subject to create experts. This is like saying that there are experts on Autism, there is simply too much information there for it to all be sorted out. When it comes to the inner workings of the human brain there is much more speculation than there is fact and even neuroscientist will sign off on that idea.

My granny on my mom's side of the family came from a family of 14 children, they all had memory loss to some degree before they passed on with the exclusion of one, and the only reason we don't know about him is because he was old enough that he passed on when I was just a pup, so the information on him is a little sketchy. In addition, my mom had four brothers, and they too have suffered from it before passing in some way or another. This goes back to the old saying that reality is everything. This is just a fancier way of saying that what you see is what you get. The bottom line is dementia, (whether we like it or not) lies as thick as ivy on our family tree. Incidentally, one of my first great aunts to get the diagnosis name was Ivy. Why? Nobody knows! This is NOT speculation on my part, it's a fact, at least in our case.

A few days ago, my wife announced to me completely out of the blue "I hate my life." Again, I ask, why does this happen, and of course the answer is once again, nobody knows. What's more, in this instance since the curve ball is thrown at you by a woman you might not even be allowed to have a retort. This might just be one of those instances where (as a man) you are not allowed to have input, you must simply listen to your wife's problem and offer no solution. This is an exercise in futility and is especially frustrating for a man because solving problems is what we do. Generally, as men, we don't have mental breaks like these, we are either too shallow to dig that deep into our own psyches or we really just don't give a rip. Women, as a whole are much more thoughtful human beings, but it never serves them well, it just creates mental torcher. The answer I had locked in the chamber had I been allowed to have an opinion on the subject was "if you don't like the direction your life is headed only you can change it, if not YOU then WHO, if not NOW; WHEN?"