I and I (18/June/18)

remember being six?…
six years old, when everything was new, exciting, even fantastical, novel and full of potential, a time before growing to discover everything turns to shit……
(I don’t doubt many will stop reading at this point…)
innocence is not to be underestimated, nor should it be equated with ignorance… innocence is a genuine naivety while ignorance is wilful, bloody-minded, self-delusion, often stubborn, and absolutely nothing to do with pigs but a well and truly human trait and frequently goes hand-in-hand with laziness, deceit and to some extent self-loathing with a dash of inferiority complex thrown in for good measure…… ignorance is a choice, innocence isn’t…. hence why a 6 year old can be excused some things, within reason, even though sometimes it can be decidedly frustrating in itself, with the very real defence of innocence, whereas there is no apology for ignorance, something grown-ups have in spades, some more than others, increasingly more some than others as this is the way the pendulum swings……
… expectations are low for a 6 year olds, in the main, leaving out for the moment the inevitable 18 year plan aspirational parents have for their unwary offspring, with the inherent tendency towards innocence but for adults these expectations grow accompanied by intolerance of ignorance  which adults all fall foul of one time or another while hoping trial and error sees us through, some clearly taking that on board better than others, increasingly leaving little wriggle-room for innocence which  can no longer be used as a justification under the ‘should know better’ rule based on the principle of having years, definitely more than six, to basically get your act together…… for better or worse we leave innocence behind, there’s little choice, sadly though it seems an increasing number replace it with ignorance evident in a daily parade of the grotesque which sadly has a trickle-down effect eroding the innocence of the child’s imagination which in so many cases become all-too soon subsumed in the ignorance of grown-ups….
… cynicism shouldn’t, per se, replace innocence but can in some cases be a worthy opponent to ignorance, or that’s my excuse anyway, though perhaps scepticism may prove a more effective tool… whatever, as they say, what do I know………

© 2018 robert greig

ladders and fish (10/March/18)

you?!
yes, I know, me…
you? a fireman…?
well, sort of yes, not quite…
you wanted to be a… fireman?
yes…
when you were… what?
when I was 14 and 15 years old, or firefighter as they’re called now which actually sounds even more brilliant.
but you…. you… a fireman? (…. tiny emanation of sniggles)
yes, why not, what’s so unbelievable about that?
you, that’s what, you being one… this, you standing before me, as a fireman, I just don’t, can’t see it…
well, it didn’t happen anyway, and I was a lot younger then…
… and clearly deluded!
probably a phase, we all have them and it’s not unusual for boys to go through the ‘I want to be a fireman’ one….
yes, well usually mostly those that stand a chance, but you, good grief…
I even bought a bullworker would you believe to try to build my chest up to the required inches to be eligible…
(more sniggles….) oh don’t make it worse it’s hard enough just trying to picture you in firefighter get-up waving a hose around…… (ponders… sniggles…)…… nah!, it’s not happening…. so what made you want too in the first place? I definitely don’t see you on a firefighters calendar….
I don’t think they done those back then… not sure really, I did like climbing ladders…
you liked climbing ladders (inhaled sniggle… nearly chokes), and from ladders you made the leap, ergo, to become…. a fireman?
I’m not sure that’s the correct way to use ergo……
down pedant!….. they do do more than climb ladders you know.
I know that, but, they also climb ladders……
I think they’d need more than “I have a bullworker and can climb ladders” as qualifications…
anyway, I didn’t do it, even though I got as far as getting an application form, which is how I knew about the chest inches, but like I say, it didn’t happen so that’s that……
I wonder who makes ladders.
makes them? I don’t think anyone does, they are just there, or always seem to be, ubiquitous, like those white plastic garden chairs.
nonsense, someone has to make them, they’re not just conjured from thin air… oh, I need a ladder, oh, there’s one… manifesting itself out of some ladder-dimension…
well, who makes them then?… it’s not as if you ever see jobs advertised for ladder-makers or even ladder testers… maybe they’d call them ladderers if there were.
admittedly I haven’t heard of those jobs as such being jobs… as such…
well, there you go then, I’m not saying they come from some alternate dimension, that’s just crazy-talk, but it is strange how they are always there, everywhere, when you need them, in every house, sitting on vans, leaned up against walls, trees, sleeping behind garden sheds, in sheds, on sheds and when you need one there it is…. ladder… voila!
you know…. you’re a very strange fish you are.
hey! who are you calling a fish….

(….. and on and on they parried into the wee small hours that got smaller and smaller……)

© 2018 robert greig