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Blogs > stardust81937 > TALES OF ZIPPERLESS FUCKS

What if we could go back?  

stardust81937 87M
4345 posts
9/7/2012 7:56 am
What if we could go back?
IF'S

If I had been born without balls I'd be a girl..NO.. Just kidding.. Well, true, but just kidding!

Being serious for a minute, I've known some women who've had bigger brass balls than any man I ever knew or heard about. But this post isn't about that.

It's about the things in our lives that could have changed the direction we took-- IF...

In my case it was the direction my education took, and a move I didn't want to make.

I was a boy, a senior in high school who'd just come up from the deep South, from Atlanta Georgia to Bridgeport, Connecticut...

In 1954, that was a big step for anyone to take.

In those days Georgia was considered a haven for semi-illiterate folk who spoke with strange almost incomprehensible English--or was it EVEN English?

So, I was a boy of 17 who was to start my senior year in a high school in Bridgeport, Connecticut. Although Bridgeport is a city on the North shore of Long Island Sound, it was mostly a manufacturing town, I don't remember any ports for Ocean liners there, I think Long Island Sound is too shallow for big ships to enter.

When I registered for school in Bridgeport, the administration of the school was going to put me back a year just on the general theory that since I'd gone to school in Georgia, I probably had learned nothing! My parents protested strongly, and on closer inspection of my school records the administration found I'd only had two years of schooling in Georgia. Before those two years I'd gone to a number of grade schools in New York State, and my freshman year of high school had been in a school just outside Buffalo, New York.

So I was admitted as a Senior in a pretty snobbish high school in Bridgeport, Connecticut.

I did well there, made friends, and stayed away from circle jerks. I missed my friends in Georgia, especially Tommy. Tommy and I had been very close buddies during the time I was in the South. Those were the days before computers and e-mails and texts. Tommy and I lost contact.

On graduation I received a mathematics award and a two year scholarship to the Bridgeport Engineering Institute.

I completed the two years and got good grades. But I'd run out of money even though I was working part time in a tape and condom manufacturing plant... My parents had always made it very clear to me that when I reached 18, I was on my own, and I wouldn't get any money from them for further schooling.

I also hated the higher math required in engineering school. I never enjoyed all the time I needed to spend studying in order to keep up my grades... I changed my major from engineering to Psychology and my school from BEI to the University of Connecticut. I was able to get a "live in the dorm " scholarship at UCONN, and only needed to work in the college cafeteria on off hours to supplement my funds in order to survive. .

So, here's the thing. I won't bore you guys any further with going on with all the details about the direction my life took.

The truth is, I loved Georgia, the warm weather, my sexual affair with Tommy-- and the laid back way of life. If I'd been able to, I'd have stayed there and never gone to Connecticut. I've always disliked the New England states. I found many of the people to be snobs, and the weather cold, rainy and blah, especially in Connecticut. Forgive me, I don't mean to offend anyone living in New England and loving the people and the weather, it just wasn't for ME. I've gone back a number of times, to visit relatiives living there, and IT still isn't for me.

My life would have taken a different turn if I'd stayed in a place where I felt at ease and comfortable, and where T. and I could sit out under his big pecan tree and crack open and eat pecans, and then each other. Then I could drive home on my Cushman motor scooter happy as a Georgia Cracker, whistling "Dixie."

by davidstardust ...Friday morning, September 7th, 2012...
stardust81937 87M
8340 posts
9/8/2012 8:27 am
    Quoting  :
It all makes me always wonder if we're born with a set of tracks under us. We can see all around and THINK we can turn to the left or right or turn around and go backwards, but in reality those tracks are taking us where we're supposed to go, and there's nothing we can do about it. xxxxdavid


stardust81937 87M
8340 posts
9/8/2012 8:23 am
    Quoting silk_petal_rose:
    I was at a resturant tonight and 5 young girls(maybe 16-17yrs) came in and I wondered what in the world I would of done with my life at that age....I don't think I would of enjoyed my life like that.I took a very different life choice, then hanging out with a bunch of girlfriends in a resturant.
I know what you mean, Silky. The youth of today are certainly a lot different in the way they behave then during our eras. xxxxdavid


silk_petal_rose 60F  
2363 posts
9/7/2012 7:44 pm

 I was at a resturant tonight and 5 young girls(maybe 16-17yrs) came in and I wondered what in the world I would of done with my life at that age....I don't think I would of enjoyed my life like that.I took a very different life choice, then hanging out with a bunch of girlfriends in a resturant.
silky...


stardust81937 87M
8340 posts
9/7/2012 4:39 pm
    Quoting justskin1:
    We tend to think of good luck in the form of the good things that did happen to us. (Just like miracles are the "good" things that occur.)
    Your moving to Connecticut was by no means something you would have called a good thing. Still if it hadn't happened you could very well still be a wage slave. Funny how all the good and bad jostles one around and maybe a couple of "bad" happenings made the difference between a life of happiness or misery. I believe that life is a lot like some wonderful novels that get written. The author sketches out the plot, limns out some characters and starts writing to finish a novel where the events and characters hijacked the plot and took the story where it wound up. Have read of more that one author who said that has happened to them.
    Life, it goes where it will and we can only do our best to hang on.
Boy, you're sure right about that, Justskin. Life seems to take us where IT wants to go and the heck with all our plans. About writing... Even in my little posts that I always try to carve into a little story, sometimes even THEY go where they want to go and leave me scratching my head and figuring I'd just better end this THING before it totally gets our of control... xxxxdavid


justskin1 72M
13175 posts
9/7/2012 1:45 pm

 We tend to think of good luck in the form of the good things that did happen to us. (Just like miracles are the "good" things that occur.)
Your moving to Connecticut was by no means something you would have called a good thing. Still if it hadn't happened you could very well still be a wage slave. Funny how all the good and bad jostles one around and maybe a couple of "bad" happenings made the difference between a life of happiness or misery. I believe that life is a lot like some wonderful novels that get written. The author sketches out the plot, limns out some characters and starts writing to finish a novel where the events and characters hijacked the plot and took the story where it wound up. Have read of more that one author who said that has happened to them.
Life, it goes where it will and we can only do our best to hang on.
If you see me in the real world, come say "Hi Justskin."

I always behave. Preferably not well.


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