We Live To Survive Our Paradoxes, Part III

It should come to little or know surprise to some of you that I was a total party animal (pronounced social retard) in my early days.

I am a few years past that lifestyle and although I reflect back on that time with the same joy that watching "Animal House" brings, it is hard to shake the legend. Not that I am looking to forget my past. I am maybe looking to apologize and looking for a little glimpse of atonement.
Now here I am trying to live a better life and be a better person. Using my past as motivation of what not to do in life.

I really love tales of drunken escapades and have many, many of my own and they are sacred and I love them like my children. However, how do I explain to someone not to make the same mistakes I made without looking like a hypocrite because I am still in love with about 75% of the shit I did in my former life?

Another thing I have been wrestling with is the perceived double standard between men and women when it comes to casual sex. It is funny how the more women a man sleeps with makes him some sort of social hero yet if a woman sleeps around she is a low grade whore.

I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I have reconciled this by not believing the double standard. It is a higher standard. Women have a lot more at stake in this department. It is not the man who is gonna get pregnant and the worse case scenario for the man is that he is paying child support for the next eighteen years. Clearly the biggest part of the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the woman.

Miked

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Of Mice And More Paradoxes.....

It is funny that I find myself growing older and reflecting on my life's experiences and I seem directly drawn to the parties and good times and the debauchery and the general shenanigans that went on and it is like a dream. It is so far back and so long ago that I have trouble remembering who that person even was. But the common denominator was always alcohol. It was everywhere and we were encouraged to consume ad nauseum. Alcohol for me was just a tool. It was the grease that lubed up an already twisted mind. I can prove this because I have done equally stupid shit stone cold sober. It is now that I have to contemplate the life and times of a college freshman and how the times have changed, or have they? Seems alcohol is still a very important piece of the puzzle, yet our society has gone bonkers in protecting (as if) people under the age of 21 from the grips of alcohol. For me the great paradox here is that I have had some really great times with alcohol, and I believe that it is part of coming of age. (not just 21) I still will never understand how you can go to war and loose your life for this country but you don't have the responsibility to have a beer. This said, I have also witnessed first-hand the negative effects of alcohol and would never encourage someone to start drinking. Life seems full of contradictions like this. I guess I am just fortunate enough to have come out the other side alive and healthy.

Miked