Know Jack #60

I’m 65 years old and purt near growed. I have a real problem with folks presuming to do “what’s best” for me like I’m incapable of making my own mistakes. Hell, I’ve been making them for years and I’m still here, older if not wiser. If whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…call me Hercules.

The unmitigated gall of our modern techno-society sends me into a rage almost daily. It usually begins when I step out the door to walk every morning. My phone automatically turns down the volume of my music because the volume I choose will cause hearing loss. Hey, LG, I’ve been damn near deaf for forty years! Crank that stuff up.

Then, there’s the two-faced demon we all know and hate…autocorrect in all its various disguises. It’s the bane of every writer doing dialogue or playing with fantasy worlds and words. I am forever puzzled why it never seems to be able to spell the words I can’t and misspells the ones I can.  

My bank doesn’t think a thirteen character password with a capital, a lower case, a number and four special characters is enough safety for me, so they have three electronic layers to get through to a human operator who will ask me the same shit all over again. Makes me long for the days when I just drove my happy self to the bank and did business face to face. 

Not long ago my insurance company called my doctor all on their own to suggest he put me on a statin because at my age and condition I needed its protection…for my own good you know. It also would require the doctor to do lab work I could not afford, but it was for my own good. What nobody at Government Employees Health Association bothered to tell me was that with a little independent effort, I didn’t need the medicine or the insulin and Metformin I was taking for years. 

Of course, I can’t fault them too much for that. It was more my decision to live than any advice anyone could give me. It’s a wonder what a man can do when left to make his own choices. I’ve dispensed tons of advice in my lifetime, it was my job for all but seven years of my working existence. I can honestly say that except for my kids when they were young, I never forced my views on anyone “for their own good.”

Life belongs to the one living of it, but some of us can’t shake off our huge ego long enough to let others be free. This denial of liberty by mindless legislation, automation and machines is being ingrained in our society. There is a real movement underway to alter how we speak, what we think, how we see ourselves, and what constitutes our worth as men and women. To quote St. James, “This wisdom descends not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.”  

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