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’23 A To Z Challenge – F

An author who had moved to southwest Texas was complaining about

FIRE ANTS

and wanted to know how to get rid of them.  The son kindly offered the advice that, napalm is usually sufficient, but to be really sure, sometimes thermonuclear is required.

While the arc of my life has not been a bright, brilliant, meteoric one, still, I am happy and satisfied with it.  I have run a good race.  I would very much like to keep running a little longer, although nowadays it’s more like just a fast shuffle.

As I approach 80, I am not morose about the inevitability that the end is approaching.  It’s just that I don’t get the feeling that “it’s over.”  There are still many things that I wish to do and see and experience.  I don’t want the ride to be finished.

It’s a feeling that many of us get, and it’s not just about our mortality.  I recently ran into a frilly little word which describes the emotion.

FINIFUGAL

Finifugal /fan· ee ·fyoo ·gal/ adj. Definition: The word finifugal is an adjective that describes a person who prolongs or tries to put off emotional endings.  It’s probably one reason why so many people ghost the end of their romantic relationships.

We’ve all experienced this feeling.  Finifugal is the resistance to the end of something.  As long as we’re living, we’re moving – and as long as I’m moving, I’m living.  I fully intend to take a couple of victory laps – but not any time soon.  I have a blogpost planned for The Last Time, as a bookend for The First Time one that I did some years ago.  I am pleasantly surprised by the small number of things that I’ve had to stop.

You keep coming around to read, and I’ll keep finding (allegedly) interesting things to blather about.

EXCELSIOR!

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The Humor Page

Extra Extra

That’s what I thought I was reading – the Humor Page!  Then I looked up at the top, and realized that it was the Religion Page of the newspaper; two Christian articles, both by women.

The first was the usual tale of a young woman being told that having unmarried sex made her a terrible sinner. After slipping, and giving it away once, she lost all self-respect and began throwing it away indiscriminately.

The article was titled, ‘Why I chose abstinence again.’ The sub-title was, ‘Despite feeling let down by my Church, I still want to walk in the way of my faith.’ Oh….  So many qualified psychotherapists!  So few people who really, REALLY need the help, actually getting it.

This is masochism! ‘You’ve hurt me before, so go ahead and hurt me again.’ This is hypocrisy!  She, and others, was told that ‘sex was the cause of all the problems in a romantic relationship,’…. and she wants to let this Church run/ruin her life again.

KARMA, KARMA, KARMA, KAMELEON

The second article had my “Tough luck! Couldn’t happen to a nicer person” meter pegged over to maximum.  It was titled, “On our second date, we went to Church.”

A 26-year-old, single, white female, perhaps getting a little desperate, set up a Meet-A-Pervert (No, wait.  That’s Craigslist) Tinder account.  Seeing several others who listed as atheist or pagan, she made sure to include the descriptor, “Jesus is my homeboy.”

During a nice, restaurant first-date, her Good Christian young lad mentioned that he was surprised at the number of non-Christians listed, and asked her exactly what she meant by her statement. Following a chaste, curbside, goodnight handshake, she suggested that their next date should be going to church.

He laughed, and she thought it was because he felt that she was joking.

He took her to his Catholic Church that Sunday. He taught her when to stand, when to kneel, and when to wave her hands magically in the air – but he wouldn’t let her go up to the front for the juice and cookies buffet.

Still hungry, they went for a lovely brunch afterward, and she believed that God had a plan for her.  They parted company amiably, and she believed that He had provided her a companion.

A couple of days later, choir boy sent her a message, saying that he just felt that something was missing.  He dumped her, by text, because she wasn’t a good enough Christian (Catholic)!   😆