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I want to talk about my favorite topic of conversation: ADVICE. Partially in honor of my friend Derek’s new advice service and mostly because I love to give advice and even more mostly because I love to think about the shitty small-town-hay-bailing-KKK-worshiping advice I got as I grew up in a little agricultural village in southeastern Michigan.
Aside from the, “boys only want…” and “owning your own home is the greatest accomplishment a mediocre person can ever achieve” type of advice, I would say that by far the most repeated advice I got in my youth was, “enjoy it now, this is the best time of your life.” I got this radical advice from:
- A 300 pound 35 year old lady and small town high school graduate (same one I attended) at local bank (I was 6 and waiting for some free Brach’s candy while my mom was depositing a check from work).
- Basketball coach(es) in 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th grade
- Art/HomeEc teacher (in most small towns the cooking/sewing/oil change teacher is also the fine arts instructor)
- Priest at St. Agnes
- Dairy Farmers (two)
- Countless middle age divorced mothers of school friends (advice given while gazing at the legs, chests, and underdeveloped deltoids of the FHS boys JV basketball team through crêpey crows feet)
- Four auto plant workers
- Boss at Fowlerville Farms restaurant
- Manager at Franks IGA
- Butcher/Bottle return supervisor at Franks IGA
The reason that I like that piece of advice in particular is because everyday I discover even more ways that it is worthless.
I like to imagine how each one of these people would go back and enjoy their young life in a more enjoyable way. More cake? More fun? More… banking? What?
1 comment:
they must be sad, tired people aching for their glory days.
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