Ice-skating with Zebras! On the Thin Ice of Life!

The world can be a tricky place with thin spots in the ice while crumbling quite literally beneath our feet.    One person flaunts the fact gaining attention for their intrepidness.    This is a figurative ice and I will explain.   We all go through our moments of self-discovery.   Coming of age in our right without the knowledge of it beforehand.    It is one thing to hear the story of the Birds and the Bees and quite another to feel what we feel.

During my Junior High days there was a classmate who had sex outside of the old school next to the football stadium.  As stories go,  this sounded like a date rape fantasy of a pretty and innocent girl but none-the-less it was prurient in nature, a myth of the preteen years.    The same story-teller told of the time he had touched a classmate in the bathroom of her parent’s house.   One gets the idea here in Sixteen Candles and Molly Ringwald’s panties.    The sheer awe of the unknown and to the Devil with the details and how they affect others.

So using the skater analogy again let’s consider this ice.    A person decides to lie about something.   Perhaps that diving off a water tower into a shallow retention pond is safe.    The problem is not whether anyone has tested this out in reality but simply repeated old tales.    They may even say they have jumped,  while they have not.   Person B thinks they need some Street Cred and invariably suffer because of it.

The girl above did in fact move away but I never heard anything else about again.   As to the reason or reasons why and the alleged facts by a somewhat silly boy telling other silly boys lies.     And before anyone plays the Ace just be sure that there are still aces remaining.

We seem to operate at our best with someone to keep us in line.   And that when no one is looking,  when take something that is not ours,    The human condition,  I guess.

This all reminded me of the events during my school days and how these cracks in the ice,  happen to the innocent and who cries for the victims in life?    Like I saw at a Soup Kitchen,  where a relatively young man, dressed badly,  smelled worse and had a big wound on his neck that was soaked with blood.    He started acting out an the Deputy summarily threw him out.   A young woman at another table commented that he was not like that before going to Prison.

And in a movie I saw from one of the Baltic States where two young girls used their looks for advantage.   These were nothing more than jumping lines and getting boys to hold their books on the way home from school.   The more beautiful girl was able to fend off the lecherous older guy until one day she was kidnapped,  passed around and eventually decided to marry this POS.   Too young to be married,   her advantage slipped away.

Her more conservative girlfriend stopped her from using her gun on her husband who murdered her ex boyfriend for no other reason than jealousy.   The conservative girl went to the wedding while loathing the miscreant who forced a young girl into a bad situation.     The more modest girl started to dance a very ethnic dance with adult movements and wowed the revellers and I guess were enamored.   Anyway, part of life for women around the world is this kind of subjective justice and it sucks.     The pressure of being weaker doubles down when their very utility is neutralized by seedy creeps and bullies.

For those who can be a hero,  do it.