3 days ago
Monday, September 15, 2014
When I saw Ronnie Dunn (half of Brooks and Dunn) perform this song on of all shows, The Doctors, I was at first quite appalled. What an awful message, especially on a medical show!
Didn't realize it but I guess more than one song is tagged.
Being a former smoker, a serious 3 pack a day sort who has been free for almost 40 years --I thought there is no way this song could in anyway resonate with me. I am delighted I quit and only wish I had never started. I was addicted badly in my youth and it took 21 days in a hospital on Demerol to quit the habit. That Demerol is good stuff.
I feel so badly for smokers today. They are treated like lepers by the never smoked, the arrogantly clean or newly clean. I know what a ridiculously tough habit it is to break. Regardless of my compassion for them, I choke up today, unable to breathe if I pass a smoker in the street. It is a deal breaker for a relationship.
Yet, partly out of train wreck curiosity, I listened to his song and his message surprisingly did resonate.
He didn't really want to smoke again. It was just feeling that glorious invulnerability of youth he missed, not the cigarettes. That time in your life when you didn't know or care what was bad for you.
Those days when nothing bad happened to you no matter how you temped the fates. Invulnerability is bred from lack of knowledge which is a polite term for ignorance. Regardless, the ignorance of youth was rather blissful, fun and freeing.
I stayed out late, partied hearty, drank too much, smoked too much, sampled a drug or two, ate atrocious heart seizing foods, took stupid dares and chances yet still awoke intact and ready for more each day. No one could convince us that any of those choices had long term effects or that there might be a bill to pay at a later time. No one really considered life past---eeeww--30.
We didn't think about a "later time." There was only now. That is what he misses and writes about in that song. Sometimes I miss it too. Those days when the body laughed off abuse or at least appeared to.
Ah yes, today's youth are not as lucky as we were. They "know" but still feel invulnerable thinking surely there will be a cure for any side effects from self inflicted abuse before it is even necessary. Good luck kids.
Would I want to go back and live recklessly on the edge again? Absolutely not especially knowing what I know now. Still it would be nice feeling once again that not EVERYTHING has a consequence.
I recently nodded my head vigorously when reading Margaret and Helen's latest delightful post. Helen had a lead off quote that hit home and reminded me of my thoughts today. "At least one meal a week should taste good enough to be bad for you." Sadly, we are reduced to that wish thanks to knowledge. Knowledge can be a bit of a bummer.
Cigarettes, beer, wine, french fries, bacon, rare steaks, fried chicken and ice cream were just really good, and not life threatening. Hum, I just realized that I had the palate of a truck driver in my younger days.
Weight was never a problem, breathing came easy, clogged arteries unheard of and energy was on tap.
No, I don't wish I still smoked cigarettes-- but I wouldn't mind having that feeling of freedom from consequence that came with those days.
Do you miss that feeling of being invulnerable?
at 5:00 AM Posted by Arkansas Patti