Sunday, April 13, 2008

Thunder and Fidelity

Last night was Thunder Over Louisville. A group of us went to Sarah and Aarons to hang out then walk to the top of a hill to watch the fireworks. Once upon a time before King Fish ($160/person indoor seating), Buckheads, Rocky's, Hooters, and crowds of 250,000 (1 side of the river) Thunder was amazing. Of course being 9 probably had something to do with the excitement. I remember half the fun I had was moving the rocks around and finding two good size flat rocks to make the seat and back to a chair for optimal viewing. Well those rocks are gone.... sorta. They're underneath King Fish now. You can pay $5-10 to bring a lawn chair and sit in their parking lot. Sweet deal! Of course you have to beat the other 10000 people willing to drop 40 bucks so their family can have a good view. In the Jr/Sr high school days the "flood wall" was the seating of choice. Nick typically lead this adventure of getting to the wall around 12 hours before the fireworks would start to insure a good location. Typically time was spent trying not to let stuff slide down the hill, throwing a football or frisbee (still a frisbee at this point because ultimate had not really been discovered so "disc" was not in use), and on occasion having your shoes taken while you were in a tent. It was usually a pretty good time. Couples reigned supreme when the sun started to set, huddled up in blankets (still trying not to slide down the hill). Coupled up, things were good, otherwise a little lonely. I'm not bitter..... haha.
Back to last night. Ben brought a couple of friends and those poor guys saw Thunder from quite a distance so it basically looked like small bursts of light on a huge horizon. You HAVE to watch it at the waterfront or the effect is just not there. The night was great and consisted of a lot of laughs and a few ridiculous games, but the fireworks were by no means the high point. Maybe next year. My mom had a State Police pass and watched it from the ramp onto the second street bridge, looked like it was her own personal show from what she said. Her luck is beyond good.

Fidelity. I think this word has lost its meaning. Divorce rates are sitting around %50 which is just crazy. What sparked this thought was a Women's Health magazine. When I got home last night this magazine was sitting on the couch, there was nothing on so I started to skim through it. I came across an article that was "A Husband's Confession". I was intrigued so I read it. His confession..... he had been faithful to his wife for 23 years. What !?!?!? That is what you are SUPPOSED to do. It was basically a whole article about how men are constantly on the prowl and that you are looked at as less of a man (in other men's eyes) if you stay faithful to one woman. Is this crazy? I can see college students getting on a guy for not taking advantage of a drunk girl at a party (by no means approve of this), but married men discussing that you are not a man if you haven't given in to the temptation of being with another woman. Where are we going as a society? I was just blown away by this whole idea. I am a Christian and I believe in a lot of ideals that seem old fashioned or just plain dumb to a lot of the general public but I thought that maybe society as a whole still had some value to fidelity. I challenge that you are MORE of a man for remaining faithful. Is it not incredibly more difficult to resist temptation than to give in? If temptation were hard it wouldn't be a temptation. Is being a man of your word an honorable quality? I think so. Isn't protecting the honor of another and having complete respect and love for someone more challenging than using someone for personal pleasure. Typically manhood is measured by how difficult of a task you can complete, so why is the easy road honored in this situation. I'm convinced that anyone could have access to sex anytime they want assuming their expectations are low enough so how is this better than managing an intimate relationship that last. I don't think it is. I think I'll go against the grain.

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