Failure to Launch and Two Old Men
I don't know how many of you haven't seen Failure to Launch but I am hoping that most of you have. Tripp's parents hire Paula, an interventionist, to play Tripp's girlfriend and convince Tripp to move out of their home. Tripp eventually moves out and when he returns home to get something he finds his father in an alarming state, butt naked. His father had always dreamed of having Tripp's room as a naked room. I find this intriguing because I have seen this a lot on tv. Men desiring a chance to roam naked in their homes or just to sit at home all day in their briefs. I am not sure if this is just a stereotype of men or if this really is some dream all men have, but I am beginning to believe it's a dream all men have.
I find that there is a time in life where you just stop caring what you look like and kind of lose the ability to care about being inappropriate even. You know the type, the older person in the grocery store that just lets one rip with not a hint of embarrassment or sorrow for that matter. I can give a prime example of this from a trip I made from Denton back to Lubbock during college. My friend, Amy, rode with me and my Grandma back to Lubbock. GeeMa has been sleeping for most of the trip, but woke up to ask about a restroom. She had a bottle of cranberry juice and the back seat and took a great big chug of it before laying her head back to rest a bit more. Within minutes she let out the biggest belch I had ever heard in my life, and I come from a family of belchers. I looked at my GeeMa with embarrassment because Amy is with us and she just looks at me as if nothing ever happened. My GeeMe often did things of the sort, completely inappropriate or gross and with no remorse or acknowledgment of the action. So this brings me back to the story, that I have determined that men in particular dream of the naked or brief moments of relaxation. And my brief I mean their underwear.
Yesterday as I am driving home from Denton I pass a neighborhood pool and I see someone sitting on the fountain that leads from the hot tub to the pool. This older man sitting there in his speedo with all his glory out to shine for the world to see. He was just sitting there soaking up the sunshine and enjoying his day in the pool, with out a care in the world. I laughed hysterically! I told a friend about the man and they wanted me to go take a picture so they to could enjoy the hilarious scene I had just driven past. Oh I wish you could all see it, it was priceless. But I could not have done that to myself...seeing him once was bad enough, twice would have been asking for it.
So as if yesterday wasn't bad enough I had to see another old man enjoying his moment of brief relaxation today. I went out for my morning run, I walk to the end of the street before I start running so I was about to turn the corner to begin running but glanced down the street as I turned. I almost tripped because I was so caught off guard. I saw this old man getting his newspaper in nothing but his black briefs. I had to do a double take because I thought surely that man couldn't have had white hair and surely if he did those were just shorts I saw. But nope...Mr. Old Man was walking down in his sidewalk in nothing but his black underwear.
So with both of these happening in the past two days, I am beginning to think the writers of these movies and tv shows are on to something. Men must really enjoy the nakedness or the freedom of just their underwear far more than they maybe should. And older men must enjoy it even more.
Will I someday be the old lady with not a care in this world? Belching and farting as if no one else is around? Oh I sure hope not, but we will see. And I beg of you Lord to not let my husband walk to get the newspaper in his whitie tighties.
I don't know how many of you haven't seen Failure to Launch but I am hoping that most of you have. Tripp's parents hire Paula, an interventionist, to play Tripp's girlfriend and convince Tripp to move out of their home. Tripp eventually moves out and when he returns home to get something he finds his father in an alarming state, butt naked. His father had always dreamed of having Tripp's room as a naked room. I find this intriguing because I have seen this a lot on tv. Men desiring a chance to roam naked in their homes or just to sit at home all day in their briefs. I am not sure if this is just a stereotype of men or if this really is some dream all men have, but I am beginning to believe it's a dream all men have.
I find that there is a time in life where you just stop caring what you look like and kind of lose the ability to care about being inappropriate even. You know the type, the older person in the grocery store that just lets one rip with not a hint of embarrassment or sorrow for that matter. I can give a prime example of this from a trip I made from Denton back to Lubbock during college. My friend, Amy, rode with me and my Grandma back to Lubbock. GeeMa has been sleeping for most of the trip, but woke up to ask about a restroom. She had a bottle of cranberry juice and the back seat and took a great big chug of it before laying her head back to rest a bit more. Within minutes she let out the biggest belch I had ever heard in my life, and I come from a family of belchers. I looked at my GeeMa with embarrassment because Amy is with us and she just looks at me as if nothing ever happened. My GeeMe often did things of the sort, completely inappropriate or gross and with no remorse or acknowledgment of the action. So this brings me back to the story, that I have determined that men in particular dream of the naked or brief moments of relaxation. And my brief I mean their underwear.
Yesterday as I am driving home from Denton I pass a neighborhood pool and I see someone sitting on the fountain that leads from the hot tub to the pool. This older man sitting there in his speedo with all his glory out to shine for the world to see. He was just sitting there soaking up the sunshine and enjoying his day in the pool, with out a care in the world. I laughed hysterically! I told a friend about the man and they wanted me to go take a picture so they to could enjoy the hilarious scene I had just driven past. Oh I wish you could all see it, it was priceless. But I could not have done that to myself...seeing him once was bad enough, twice would have been asking for it.
So as if yesterday wasn't bad enough I had to see another old man enjoying his moment of brief relaxation today. I went out for my morning run, I walk to the end of the street before I start running so I was about to turn the corner to begin running but glanced down the street as I turned. I almost tripped because I was so caught off guard. I saw this old man getting his newspaper in nothing but his black briefs. I had to do a double take because I thought surely that man couldn't have had white hair and surely if he did those were just shorts I saw. But nope...Mr. Old Man was walking down in his sidewalk in nothing but his black underwear.
So with both of these happening in the past two days, I am beginning to think the writers of these movies and tv shows are on to something. Men must really enjoy the nakedness or the freedom of just their underwear far more than they maybe should. And older men must enjoy it even more.
Will I someday be the old lady with not a care in this world? Belching and farting as if no one else is around? Oh I sure hope not, but we will see. And I beg of you Lord to not let my husband walk to get the newspaper in his whitie tighties.
