The older I get, the more problematic life becomes. I've
been spending a lot of my time reading. I’m reading more than I ever have in my
life and always felt this was a good thing. But, after today I’m beginning to
wonder.
I have come to subscribe to my own theory that the more one
reads, the more one reads. There are two prongs to this theory of mine. The
first is explained partially above in that as one learns more, one is
introduced to more and more information which stimulates ones curiosity to find
out even more about what is out there. I would refer to this as “macro
curiosity”.
Within “macro curiosity”, there is another element I would
refer to as “micro curiosity”. With
this element, one does not seek to expand knowledge by looking beyond the parameters
of what one has been reading, but looks within the confines of the item which
is currently being read. So, if I’m reading about a certain type of Dinosaur, I
may be stimulated to read more and more about paleontology in general to learn about the environment in
which that one Dinosaur lived and how it related to other Dinosaurs. But, if I
am mostly bewildered about that one specific Dinosaur, I may recognize that my
reading and/or cognizant abilities are limited and read the same material over
and over again to better understand it, thus “micro curiosity”.
Some time back, I developed “micro curiosity” about a front
page article I had seen in the newspaper:
I had just returned from the Ozarks and if I read this news
article correctly one man named Albert was lamenting the alleged murder and
disappearance of his brother Gary, who was alleged to have been shot and fed to
the pigs by his ex-wife Sandra, who was also the ex-wife of that complaining
brother Albert, who was originally married to Sandra and warned the now missing
Gary that she was bad news and not to marry her. In other words, both brothers
married the same woman albeit at different times, and both marriages ended in a
rocky manner with Gary’s being the rockiest as he appears missing and/or dead,
or both, not to mention the possibility of
having become pig food which I have already mentioned.
In wandering from my main point here I would assume that the
second wedding, Gary ’s, would have
been a major Jerry Springer event, assuming that the first husband and brother
Albert was in attendance. It would seem weirder yet if Albert had been the best
man or a groomsman in the wedding of his ex-wife to his now missing brother. I’ve
never experienced anything this weird in my own family or the families of
anyone I know but I’m not dead yet and I guess there was still time. As fate
would have it, I have received an e-mail from a relative with whom I am not
particularly close in that I’ve barely heard from him in the past forty years
or so. I won’t go into the details of his e-mail but will only say that had he
lived near Shell Knob, Missouri
where this event occurred there are good odds he too would have wound up
married to this woman.
This is the article I've become micro curious about. I’m trying to apply my own life experiences
here to understand why I've escaped such incidents.
I've been to the doctor a lot lately and every time I go, I
have to fill out a questionnaire about my lifestyle practices ie: do I drink
often, do I smoke, and how often do I exercise?
One of the questions asks if I practice unsafe sex. I always
answer “no”. In the back of my mind I feel most patients answer the same
whether it’s true or not. I’d bet Bill Clinton answers “no” and we all know the
truth there. I honestly feel the
question is answered for me each morning when I wake up and look into the
mirror and briefly ask myself how the loser looking back at me ever got into my
house. I’m no Bill Clinton and I’m never going to be president.
Back to my point. It seems to me that a deep, deep reading
this article indicates that some people in the Missouri Ozarks such as the
family mentioned have determined one method of practicing safe sex. With the advent of AIDS and various troubling
forms of STDs, Ebola, etc., there has developed an adage that when one has sex
with someone they've also have sex with everyone else that the partner has had
sex with too. Thus, this family had determined that if they keep marrying the
same woman over and over again, at least they know who she’s been with as does
she for that matter. This is the only logical
reason for why I can imagine the second brother would marry the bad news ex-wife
of the fist brother.
Finally, the micro curiosity element leads me to my final
and most personal application of this theory. When I was very young, and going
through puberty, I had an incredible crush on Marilyn Monroe. Even as a child,
I was a realist. I would never come to know Marilyn Monroe and would not even
come to meet her, regardless of her untimely death. In adopting the practical
theory of the Ozark family above which suggests in a round about way that if
you have sex with someone, you have had sex with everyone they have had sex
with too, then I ponder, if I had had sex with JFK then would I also have had
sex with Marilyn Monroe, and would it really be the same? In my own mind, the
answer to this question would always be an emphatic “NO”! Undoubtedly, there are
others out there who would answer the same but in reality I’m sure that some of
them would really mean “yes”.
So, in my mind some of life’s choices simply cut a couple of
ways. You may be able to spare yourself the prospect of catching some hideous
disease if you can wrap your brain around the though of getting hitched to one
of your former in-laws. But, in doing so you may be setting yourself up for
becoming a big ol’ dose of pig food.
That’s something to think about, right there!
2 comments:
Well sir, that reminds me of a particularly gruesome murder that occurred a few years back, there in your neck of the woods. It was about halfway between Yellville and Mountain Home, in a place that can't be gotten to from either town. A young man came home from his honeymoon night alone and blood-spattered. His father met him outside and asked "Son, is everything all right? Where's your new bride?" He answered "I up and killed her pa." Father's eyes got big and he shouted "KILLED HER? Now why in the hell did you do that?" The son answered, "She was a virgin, pa." His father looked down at the ground and sadly said, "I suppose you done the right thing, son. If she ain't good enough for her family, she damn well ain't good enough for our family."
Ralph,
I responded to your comment on my blog "The View From the Middle." Thanks for making the comment and go back to my blog to check out my response.
Thanks,
Kevin C
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