degringolade

So, my long time internet buddy “Chef” sent me a nice comment yesterday and it got me a’ thinkin’. In my piece yesterday, I just wanted to clarify that I had it pretty good during my lifetime. Pretty wasteful and “American” in the pejorative sense, but still pretty good.

Folks know that the good times don’t last. Granted, there are folks out there that make a bit of pocket change telling you that things are going to be better if you just follow the instructions on the back of the box that they wish to sell you, but truthfully everyone knows that just ain’t so.

I suppose what I am trying to get across in writings here is not that the world is going to come to an end when you can’t afford a Starbucks every day and you have to eat in the house instead of at your local restaurant.

JMG could probably be considered the patron saint of Dreamwidth. Granted, he came well after they started up, but I would be shocked if he didn’t attract a goodly portion of their total visitors. John has been beating this particular drum for quite a while now (he and I both started back in 2006 over at Blogger).

Where I am heading with this gray-hair ramble is that we are going to be heading into a time where the folks who have been doing the equivalent of sticking their fingers in their ears and chanting lalalala are going to have a lot of trouble continuing to ignore the changes.

But back to this roundabout response to Chef: You are right, we were born in a nice temporal window and we may well make it out before things get too uncomfortable. I have no guilt about it and I have structured my life so that I can’t be blamed to a degree, simply put, I just didn’t take all that much. I also warned folks and they ignored me so that is their problem, not mine.

Things are going to get bad for folks because they think that the good times are there for them. By demanding what cannot be, they will just have bitterness when their out of control expectations and perceived entitlements don’t appear. Too bad for them, because even in the coming changes, there will be tender mercies and their blindness will not allow them to have any joy.

The sky is blue outside, but it is a little cold, I think I will put on a hoodie and go out and smell the rain-washed air.