December 27, 2003
I've fucked up a lot in my life. I believe that everybody does. If I have a single reader who NEVER fucked up in this life, I want to hear from you and learn your secrets, because I damn sure could glom on some that wisdom.
I believe that everyone who takes chances, accepts risk and goes for adventure is bound to fuck up numerous times. That's the price you pay for living a good life. I'm not talking about a STUPID fuck-up, such as the crack-head who robs a 7-11 store, shoots the clerk, runs off with $40 and a carton of Newports, then gets arrested two blocks down the road.
He spends the rest of his life in prison for $40 and a carton of Newports. That's a STUPID fuck-up.
I'm talking about fuck-ups that you never saw coming and never even expected. Marry the wrong person. You fucked up, but it may take years to discover that fact. Work a job for 24 years and get fired because you write a blog. You fucked up again.
I'll probably fuck up some more before I die. I wouldn't have it any other way. I just try not to fuck-up the same way twice. I'm going to smoke a big, fat cigar and drink some wine before I go to bed tonight. I'm going to try my best not to fuck-up when I do that.
But I might. Fucking up is a chance you take every day.
You are correct. We have all fucked up and fucked up royally.
I was married to the wrong man for 18 years. I knew it was wrong when I walked down the aisle, but being Catholic and all, I felt like I should try my best to make it work.
The best thing that came out of it was our son, Andy.
After 18 years of misery, we agreed to divorce. I later met the man of my dreams and married him. My poor ex has been engaged 3 times, but has never remarried.
He is a lawyer. They make really bad spouses.
But you are right, we all fuck up. We all fuck up a lot!
OK. Exactly, what IS life, if you DON'T fuck up? You could do a post on that, I'll bet. Ought to be good.
It has been said (Plato did so in different terms, but in reality not unlike your terms), that one has not achieved maturity until they can admit they have f**ked in the past, and hope that that attainment of maturity will help minimize f**king up in the future.
Or look at it all from another perspective--you have a son that charms your heart, and who thinks the world revolves around his Daddy; you have all those stringed instruments that let you pick and grin and sing your heart out when the fit hits the shan, and you got the white zin.
All you gotta find is a woman that will love your son, your music, and will hoist a glass of white zin with you, and you might well achieve the Platonic ideal.
Do you know where the word FUCK originated from? In England way back then a man was suppose to have the consent of the King to fornicate or something like that.It had something to do with paying taxes. I was probably fucked up when the story was told or the person who told me was really fucked up. We were probably both fucked up. It was against the law to fornicate without the king's consent thus the term Fuck- Fornicating under Consent(of the) King
Drinking all that wine is gonna make you want to Fornicate under consent of the King.
While you're puffing on that Cigar, check your yahoo, you're full,one of my posts was undeliverable. Make sure you've had a few glasses before opening.
Okay, Acidman, you clearly alluded to the fact that you have gotten your settlement.
I want to read the details. How did your blog cause you to get fired?
C'mon, spill the beans!
You can get through life without fucking up??
I thought it was a requirement.
I think I can say I have made about a dozen really good suprise-it-was-a-fuckup kinda choices.
Should have Zagged.
That's an urban legend. The term "fuck" made its way into the english language from the usual sources (Dutch/German and Latin).
The most plausible of which was from the semi-Latin "fuccant".
Grab a Churchill sized Ashton, wrap it in a plastic ziploc bag with a wet inch- thick wad of tissue for a week, (don't let them touch) then remove for lighting.
One of these days, I'll join you on that, and we can commiserate about all the fucked up people in this world, including our ex-spouses who gave us wonderful kids, and laugh at all the "fucked-upedness" in this world.
Because in the end, that's the best you can do after fucking up, especially a fucked up run-on sentence like the last one.
Rob, you can do better than the tupper-dor I sent you with that Cohiba. Go to Cheap Humidors, and order yourself a good-but-small humidor.
Of course, if you begin to really enjoy well cared for premium cigars (damn good choice, Roy!), you may wish you'd bought a larger one.
I'd suggest one in the 75-cigar capacity range. Enough for "more than you think you'll need" factor, but not overkill.
Failing to take proper care of your cigars would be a fuckup, indeed. *grin*
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Actually, Lexia, that isn't true.
Har! Didn't even see Mr. Lion's post.
Life without fucking up? Simple- die while being born.
Life is a series of fuck-ups. The secret is to LEARN from those errors, and endeavor NOT to make the same ones.
The old FU's and current beer bring forth my "good" stories, eh ?
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