not gonna use it, but nice to know&.
Jenna and I were out walking the other day, just prior to our run, talking as we always do, and getting yanked about by the dogs. As is the case of late, our conversation turned to a discussion of moving out of rural America.
“You know, we really didn’t get to the Adirondacks much,” Jenna lamented.
“Yeah, I know. We really should have made a point of going there more. Anyway, I know we didn’t go, but I liked knowing it was there.”
“I know what you mean,” Jenna responded. “It is pretty cool knowing there’s all that wilderness so close. That’s one thing I may miss when we move.”
“I hear you. We never really used it, but it was good to know we could have had we wanted to. Still, we’re moving to a city, where we can have a different set of things like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, have you ever looked at the back of the Philly City Paper? There are ads there where you can pay people to come and torture your balls if you want, or shove a bull whip in your bum, or otherwise do whatever kind of kink you’re into.”
Concerned that I may not have been entirely forthcoming about my sexual proclivities, Jenna worriedly asks “And this is interesting why?”
“Well,” I responded, “it is kind of like the Adirondacks. I mean, I never intend to call anyone to torture my junk, or whip me or whatever, but a part of me really likes knowing that it is there, that there’s enough weirdness and randomness and crazy humanity to sustain this stuff, even if I never use it.”
“Yeah,” she retorted, “and more importantly, you can get vegan Chinese food at 2 in the morning if you want it.”
And this, my dear friends, encapsulates just a few of the many reasons that the charms of rural life are now lost on us.
