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thereās something so sad about how we treat old people nowadays. historically, humans have accomplished so many great things because we valued our elders, took care of them, and gave them meaningful retirement. meanwhile we have seniors aged 60+ working in retail just to survive. can you imagine working your entire life, just to work until you die? in fucking retail?Ā
old people are not useless, theyāre not a drain on the economy, and theyre not all bigoted windbags. theyre people! people! who have lived their entire fucking lives under capitalism. they deserve to retire peacefully and pursue their interests during the final years of their lives. they deserve to be taken care of. they deserve to go with dignity.Ā
thereās a hundred things wrong with how society views old people, but i never see anyone talking about it.
And very unfortunately, I am one of those over 60 who will be forced to work till I die or become homeless...
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So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school⦠let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didnāt take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.
Okay, so, freshman year, Iām deep in my āeverything sucks and Iām stuck with these assholesā mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, letās call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didnāt get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.
One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.
All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the olā middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.
So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.
And Mr. Hargrove loved it.
It wasnāt just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.
Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, āSome pipsqueak.ā
And thatās when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.
Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.
One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargroveās complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix āizeā to a verb.
That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added āizeā to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.
And, people⦠The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.
And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying āfuck youā to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)
So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.
Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.
This is the first time Iāve seen this post but I know Iām gonna love reading it every time it shows up on my dash
For all of the writers!
Yep. I was one who was told I couldn't write. At least not before and they laid out a legal page worth of books. My take was also "fuck you very much!" Today I have published 2 novels. I'm no where in the class of who this is telling the story, but don't let people steal your dream nor your thunder. It's yours! Own it!!!!
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