It Seemed Like a Good Idea

It Seemed Like a Good Idea It seemed like a good idea at the time. That’s the problem, it always seems like a good idea – at the time. Like touching the bench wearing the WET PAINT sign. First wives are sometimes like that, and I imagine they feel the same way about first husbands. Some of these mis-deeds we called adventures. Probably because we survived them without damage to our image, ego, or dumb ass. Others, oh yeah, there were others, that still live in infamy in the muggings that take place on Memory Lane. Then there are those that reside in the vault, too personal, or embarrassing, to allow close scrutiny. I think we call those “issues”, as in, he has a few issues. Many of these indiscretions allegedly helped to form our character, stiffen our backbone, make a man or a woman out of us. Most of them were self inflicted lashes on our own backs, screams heard only in the silence of our solitude. And yet, we still have issues, still reach out to test that freshly painted bench to spite the WET PAINT sign, open our mouths and put our feet in only to repent in retrospective lashings. Perhaps the sign on the bench should read: SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA, HUH. John G. Lawless 8/13/2014