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Which Deadly Sin Are You?

Luxuria

Lust. Obsessive thoughts of a sexual nature. Fornication, perversion.

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I would expect nothing less from myself

I know there’s a million and one of these “quizzes” and I mostly ignore them, but every now and again one of them tickles my sick little sense of humor, like this one.
The idea of being a deadly sin appealed to me no end..
Come on, ‘fess up, which one are you???

For the last 36 years I’ve had what could be termed a somewhat dysfunctional relationship with my dad.
It’s been for many reasons, some my fault, others his, but it’s not about blame anymore.
The last 10 or 11 years I’ve tried to turn it into a normal relationship regardless of the past and made an effort to leave the past where it belongs.
In the past.
Now, you would never think it to read what I write or if you could hear me speak, but my father wouldn’t swear if his life depended on it!
Would not even say bloody if you offered him money.
It’s pretty obvious I don’t take after him hey???
He is THE most placid person you could ever wish too meet.
I’m 50 and I can remember my father raising his voice only twice in my entire life.
Again, I don’t take after him in this respect.
My father is of a different era where things were different and in some ways, simpler, than they are today.
It’s because of this that I don’t swear in front of him, I never lose my temper in front of him, and in fact he isn’t aware that i have a tattoo.
It’s not because I’m scared about him knowing these things, it’s because he doesn’t particularly like to hear women swear, nor yell and carry on like a 2 bob watch, nor does he overly like the idea of tattoo’s at all and even less on women.
He is aware I swear and aware i have a foul temper, but he is also quite comfortable in the knowledge that I won’t display either in front of him because I respect him, and because he’s my father and accept that’s the way he is.
He has impeccable manners, and is a true old world gentleman.
He stops just short of standing up at the table when a woman does.
He also holds open doors, holds out your seat when you want to sit down and would move heaven and earth if he thought it was the right thing to do.
All because he IS from a different era.
I rarely speak of my father on here and for no particular reason, I just don’t.
So why today?
Because it’s his birthday, and he’s 75.
He doesn’t know what a blog is let alone that i have one and will never read this, but I felt the need to let people know it’s his birthday.
We live around 2000k’s apart and don’t speak very often, only birthdays, anniversary’s, and of course father’s day, christmas, that type of thing, but every time I’m down there I spend as much time as I can with him and enjoy that time together.
I spoke to him tonight just as he was getting ready to go out for dinner, and he’s had a great day and was really pleased to hear from me, as he always is.
The only thing he ever asks for his birthday, christmas and fathers day is a phone call. That’s what means the most to him.
I probably won’t speak to him again until early next month after a particularly gruelling test the doctor is sending me for because he wants to know what the result is. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care, it’s just the way it is, and always has been.
He is a very fit and active 75 I’ll have you know.
He’s very healthy and other than the odd sign of getting a bit stiff in the joints is pretty good. He still does all the garden himself, mows the lawns, all those things.
And I have to say still grows the best strawberries and tomatoes of any person I know, or indeed have ever known. I could sit in his garden and just gorge myself (and still do every now and then)
So this is simply to say Happy Birthday Dad.
To say I do love him very much regardless of our past differences.
I know he will never read this, but that’s not the point. Somehow it just seemed like the right thing to do.

The last post I did was, as it transpired, an excellent stepping stone to this post.
It didn’t start that way, it simply amused me at the time and I wanted to share it, however looking back on it made me think.
The general tone of the story was that there is little respect for those of a different generation and a holier than thou, superior attitude that happens among the generations of today.
I’ll admit every generation does it.
They think the previous generation knows nothing of life and they have no idea of where the current ones are coming from.
Do they think we got to the age we are (in mine and A-pop’s case 50) without going through what they are going through?
Do they think we know nothing of love?
Do they think the meaning of the word progress has evaded us our entire lives?
Do they seriously believe we didn’t grasp the concept of rebellion?
Surely they don’t really think the head banging crap churned out today is “real” music and their generation discovered it?
It would seem so.
I’ll admit my generation DID rebel.
They DID think their parents knew nothing about what life was like as a teenager/young adult and yes, they DID give a certain amount of cheek.
There were some terrible people to come from my generation be they mass murderers or tyrannical dictators, as there have been from almost every generation known to man.
But for all our faults, there was always the one thing that many of this generation lack.
Respect for our not only our parents, but our elders in general.
How much real respect do you see these days?
When was the last time you saw a teenager/young adult relinquish a seat on a bus/train/tram for an elderly person or a pregnant woman?
The last time you remember that you could walk down the street without fear of being verbally abused or at the very least being wary of it happening?
The last time you can remember someone younger than 25 or 26 taking the time to listen to the wisdom those oder than them have to impart, and I mean really listen, not simply humour them?
The last time you recall an older adult being waved through a door by a young adult?
When I was growing up respect for your elders regardless of whether they were part of your life or not, was instilled into you from an early age.
It was simply expected.
And it happened.
From personal experience this was not achieved by beatings or threats, it was simply explained that these were your elders, and as such respect would be afforded to them.
They were older than you and that was reason enough for respect.
You weren’t told you had to like them, merely respect them.
Not these days!
Nowadays respect is, in general, not something that means anything.
It’s a word to be laughed at and not a big thing anymore.
I find that sad.
Very sad.
Without the older generations, what would those of today have?
It was the same when I was growing up.
Without those of my parents and grandparents generations, mine would have been sadly lacking, but the difference is my generation acknowledged that fact.
They appreciated the sacrifices made, and the long hours worked for minimum wages under less than ideal conditions.
These days it’s simply expected parents will slug their guts out to provide for their families and there seems to be little appreciation for anything.
The more they get the more they want it seems.
We appreciated the time we had with our parents and family outside working hours (which were damned long for my parents)
Even that doesn’t seem to happen anymore.
Far more important things to do with the money handed out my mum and dad.
I’ll admit not all of this generation are like this, but it would appear as if the majority are.
I’ll also say that there are those older people who expect the world to bow and scrape to them and are indeed rude, ignorant and arrogant.
These are the ones you don’t have to like, but still need to acknowledge they have paid their dues to society in most cases.
I cannot emphasise enough here that I am speaking in general, not specifics. I am NOT saying all of this generation are selfish pigs, nor that all of them criminals or despots.

What I AM saying is there seems to be a distinct lack of respect overall and it pisses me up the wall.
I may not have stated it in the most eloquent terms possible, but hey, where I come from a spade is not a horticultural implement. It’s something you fucking dig with so there’s no point in trying to flower it up…

Given the attitude of many of todays younger generation (please note I said many, NOT all) when I received this by email today, I couldn’t help myself. I had to post it…

A SHINING SENIOR MOMENT

A very self-important 1st year student attending a recent football game, took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation.
“You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one,” the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. “The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon, spaceships visiting Mars. We have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed processing …..and……” pausing to take another drink of beer.
The Senior took advantage of the break in the student’s litany and said, “You’re right, son. We didn’t have those things when we were young……..so we invented them. Now, you arrogant little shit, what are you doing for the next generation?”

The applause was resounding…..

That’s me tonight.
He’s the same.
We knew it was coming.
We were hoping for later.
It was sooner.

I love being a mother.
I hate being a mother.
I look in the bedrooms.
I cry some more.
I try to stop.

Time will help.
Time will hurt.
They’re not that far.
They’re still quite close.
But still too far.

We thought we were ready.
I wasn’t ready.
He wasn’t ready.
But they were ready.
That’s what counts.

We love them too much not to let go.
Be happy for them.
Overjoyed for them.
Rejoice with them.
But still we cry.

Because we’re parents and we love them.

*Please don’t think this is to try and make you feel bad, because it’s not. It’s to try and make me feel better.*

A big warm Happy Mother’s day to all who it is meant for. I hope your day is filled with your children and their children.
I must admit to finding it somewhat bemusing that we as a society feel it necessary to pick just one day to laud not only Mother’s, but Father’s as well.
Much is made of it in the press as is every other type of special day or event and the commercialism pretty much sucks, but there are many who won’t allow it to be that way for them, they celebrate as it’s meant to be.
Together..
Wherever you are, be you a Mother or a child or both, enjoy your time together today. I know I’m going to