We all worry about our children. At least, I know I did.
As The Son lay in his cot, talking bollocks and filling his nappy, my first concern was “hope his mother arrives soon to change it”; but then I thought about him growing up. Would he become an accountant with a mortgage and responsibilities and a heart bursting with civic pride, or would he end up on the floor of a Bolivian brothel surrounded by crack whores whilst being sought by police in five countries. As he grew up, I must admit I sometimes wondered which of those two outcomes I would prefer for myself, let alone him; but in the end all we can hope for our kids is that they remain healthy and find a sort of happiness in this fucked up version of reality we are condemned to dwell within for an approximate number of years.
In the absence of any strong evidence to the contrary, I hope the The Son has achieved that, and last week I sought to add to his level of happiness by sharing this with him:
It’s a video for some “music” by a Korean pop artist named PSY. Unlike most male Korean pop stars, he is not handsome and so sells himself via humour. The hit count on the video indicates he is rather successful with this strategy. There were 37 million hits when I first caught it a couple of days ago, now it is over 40 million. Watch it, the music may be an acquired taste; but the dancing will make you at least smile.
Of course, The Son had already seen it (he is always ahead of me on the social curve). As an aside he mentioned “The dances he does are surprisingly hard to emulate, too.” Naturally I was shocked. I imagined my son, chained to a computer, advancing the barriers of the gaming industry, and not cavorting around his living room going “woop, woop”. Next he is going to really let me down by telling me he has decided to be an accountant.
Still, there is a bright side. I am on a constant mission to embarrass and annoy she who must be obeyed in public; don’t ask me why, ask The Son’s lady, she will tell you it seems to be in the genes. Yesterday we were in a crowded restaurant and I struck an appropriate pose and shouted out “Gangnam Style!!!” Went down like a lead balloon with added ballast, must do it again soon.
Finally, although it is easy to forget, we should remember that our children are sometimes human too. I am sure my son worries about me from time to time. Am I sat in my chair drooling at the sunset like all good pensioners do; or did I spend twenty minutes in front of a mirror this morning with my hands on my hips trying to emulate that dance at the very end of the video?
Next time he visits….
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