Wild Oats

Wild Oats
Heavy!  Two shall become one.  Man that seems so old fashioned.  It is like a dinosaur idea in the 21st century.
The thing for me about it is, it seems to be the way of it in most cultures.  It is not like a western idea, that is different elsewhere.  Everywhere there seems to be a desire to pair up.  It is like it is a human nature thing.  There are exceptions but they are exceptions.  It is not just a human thing though.  Some birds seem to pair up for life.  It is really sad to see the demise of one and the other alone.
These days there seems to be a “sowing of wild oats” thing.  It has probably always gone on, but we are more open about it these days.  It is encouraged, and almost expected.  We also have things that let us do what we want, with seemingly less consequence.  Playing the field.  One-night stands.  The desire for that seems to be a human nature thing too.  It is weird though, I have never heard anyone say, “that is the best thing I ever did.”  It can be seen as good in passing, but often there is a trying to extricate oneself, rather than a joint celebration all around.
I am amazed how often I hear folk say they want a few drinks to give them the courage.  That is not always the case though.  We guys seem to want it, and can be determined that nothing is going to stop us.  From what I have seen, drinking to excess seems to be a younger thing though.  When older folk drink too much, sleep seems to be the most desirable thing.  The desire for sleep though is the desire of young and old alike.
To me life is not about the past.  It is about now.  The past can have consequences that need to be dealt with as best as possible.  But for me whatever needs to be dealt with, is done with an eye to the future.
Good stuff is not seen to need dealing with.  Though good stuff can be my worst problem.  It is like I consider myself better than another because I may not allow what another does.  “At least I wouldn’t do that.”  Maybe I would not, but I am not convinced that makes me a better person than another.  More socially acceptable maybe.
It is the wince worthy stuff I recognize the need to deal with.  Stuff where I ask myself “why did I do that?”  The best I can do though, is learn from it and move on.
I have such a desire that others do not make the same mistakes I have.  I can’t help wondering though, if it does not fall on deaf ears. As someone has said “youth is wasted on the young.”
Still, I reckon the past matters less than the future.