FOR WE WERE YOUNG AND SURE TO HAVE OUR WAY . . .

the radio station must be checking in at Lola's coffee shop as firefly posted this song about an hour ago

follies?

hmmmm

I can't say much.

hamburgboy tends to read everything

Youthful folly?

It's a goddamn miracle I'm still in one piece!

What's that line? Live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse? I'm afraid i'm past that now.

I remember several, but I'm not done yet. I intend to have more folly. It's only through folly that I learn where I want to go next.

One big folly? Hummmm. I got married when I was sixteen because I thought I knew better than my mother and other adults. And for me, in that case, it was true. But that's just because I had a certain set of circumstances in my life that many others do not. The day I got married was a great day to me because no one, other than the police, could tell me what to do and what to try again. Still I count that decision to marry as a mistake. If I'd known then how short life is and how soon I'd be able to call my own shots, I would have waited and avoided the misery of that early marriage. Still I learned and continue to do so.

We were supposed to learn something?

I don't know who it would be that would make such a rule. I learn. That's all I know. I don't suppose there is any rule commanding me to do so.

Great topic for a thread, Set. There are so few new thread ideas available around here. Thanks

Back in the 70s, i and a friend rented a house out in the country, way out. (It was half the price of a house half the size in town.) We used to like to go party at this tavern in a nearby town, about 15 miles away. We'd stagger out at closing time (2:00 a.m.) and hop in the van for the drive home. One of those times, for some idiot reason i can't recall, we decided we were in Japan. So we drove home on the left-hand side of the highway. Thereafter, we drove home on the left every time we left the tavern. I have no idea how we survived, but we didn't even have a close call. Boomer recalled this to mind with her remark about still being alive.

I always liked living alone so several times in my life I lived in really rough neighborhoods. I would get off work at 3 or 4 in the morning and ride my bike home. I never had any problems but I had a lot of friends who were afraid to even come to my house!

One time I lived in a building that was all bikers -- the tough looking/acting kind of bikers. I was a wee college girl. Everyone thought I was absolutely crazy but all the bikers called me "baby sister" and they took good care of me.

I still make Mr. B nervous because I'll wander into areas most people would deem unsafe without batting an eye.

You must be a gen-you-wine heroin . . . or is that opium . . .

This thread reminded me of something I saw on Pinterest.

When I was sixteen, I made a decision to stay celibate.
That didn't work out either.

<listening, smiling>

Brilliant . . .

. . . i'll have a cuppa coffee, too, please . . .

When I was 16, I've tried to do something very adult (on hollidays in England): I went to the 'Follies'.
It turned out to be a second class ice revue ...

That's one of the most germane response i've ever seen to a thread--youthful folly indeed!

In my youth, I thought that devoting myself to a cause and supporting and working for the "right" politicians would improve the world. What a joik I was.

I also thought that I was right about almost everything.

One out of two ain't bad.

Certitude seems to be much more a disease of the young.

Haters gonna hate...

I've thought up the perfect "comeback song", but I think I'll wait five years to post it -- until my plans have really started coming to fruition.

Hint: it's a Doris Day number about ants, plants, rams and dams.