Going South Again: 'Wubba, Wubba, Wubba'

 Repetition

I can’t say that I’m thrilled at all the pain I’ve gone through and continue to endure at times, but I certainly understand more about God, people and the universe than I did say a month ago.  Yesterday at dinner I met a single mom who works 139 hours a week.  I asked ‘why?’  It was the ‘house’.   

She then fixated on the girl walking by with short shorts whose legs were smeared with a tan lotion that did not hide the scars of ‘cutting’.  The young attractive girl now haunts my memory.  The woman told me to ‘get over yourself’; perhaps it is truer for me than for that young girl.  Something inside me wants to scream, ‘Where are your parents?’  Maybe they’re dead, or divorced, or just don’t give a damn. Who knows?

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“The human race has either lost it or is about to lose it, maybe this time once and for all.
   She made a face. "I don't like it."
   "Neither do I. But it's clear as a bank statement. This year the human race is letting down its hair, flipping its lip with a finger, and saying, 'Wubba, wubba, wubba'"
In other words, a time much like our own.
Doesn't it always seem like the world is going south in a hand basket?   

~Robert Heinlein, The Year of the Jackpot