Cowboy

I am a paradox within a duality. Shocking news I'm sure, internet, assuming you are not blacked out or abstaining today, which is in and of itself, a small comfort, but still, I digress...


I have spent my life growing up mostly within the city limits of Ft. Worth, and as such, living in the eastern parts (from the near east side to the eastern hills area) and as such, I am a city boy, sure enough. But then, I have also earned my stripes tromping about in the weeds and underbrush, through the trees and in the dirt, I've scraped and cut and gashed myself on plant-life, and have even tried my hand at fishing, and I know how to shoot and clean a gun, string and draw a bow, and have a few very sharp pocket knifes that I've managed not to cut or stab myself with.

I "blame" my dad, who grew up all over the state, hunting and fishing most of his life, until he married and had kids, and even to this day, he ties up a line and hooks a fish every now and then.

I know how to fight, maybe I'm not unbeatable, and maybe I've lucked out in a my few fights and victories but I do not have any real fear of another human.

I can change the oil in my car, fix a flat tire, replace the lights, and fix most minor breakages. Thanks dad!

I can do basic electrical work, plumbing, drywall, and some woodworking. Again, thanks dad, and your close friends.


But there are other things I had to learn myself, with input from my dad and mom, but mostly I learned them on my own. So it always surprises me when a male peer of mine seems so helpless in the above realms, I mean, I can't name a single male peer of mine off the top of my head who can do half of what I've mentioned above. Why is that? Am I that odd?

And then there is the idealistic and moral standards I uphold, the worldview that I live by, progressive chivalrous chauvinism. That is the only way I can classify myself, I think, it would have made more sense for me to have been born in the late 40's and to be this age in the 60's if not the 1860's.
And I am here, because apparently, someone must uphold the code of chivalry, of manhood, of gentleman-ship and the code of honor, of knighthood, and yes, the code of the cowboy.

Why is it I always get stuck with the hard assed tasks?

Maybe because I am in fact a hard ass?

Heh, answered my own question again.


Dry up internet, I'm sick of your crying!


Laugh, love, live, endure,
~Caleb