Our Poly Life

Our life as a Polyamorous Quad, with 10 kids.

The Angry Young Man

on September 29, 2008

There’s a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He’s always at home with his back to the wall.
And he’s proud of his scars and the battles he’s lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

Give a moment or two to the angry young man,
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.
He’s been stabbed in the back, he’s been misunderstood,
It’s a comfort to know his intentions are good.
And he sits in a room with a lock on the door,
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

I believe I’ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

And there’s always a place for the angry young man,
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.
And he’s never been able to learn from mistakes,
So he can’t understand why his heart always breaks.
But his honor is pure and his courage as well,
And he’s fair and he’s true and he’s boring as hell-
And he’ll go to the grave as an angry old man.

There’s a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He’s always at home with his back to the wall.
And he’s proud of his scars and the battles he’s lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

 

~Billy Joel, Turnstiles 1976

 

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As a child of the 80’s, I’m a die hard Billy Joel fan.  For a very long time I would have even used the word “quintessential” in my self description, but my mommy duty of the last twenty years or so has forced me to change my self description in a lot of ways.  I know all his lyrics, all his jazzy interludes, and all his piano diatribes; I can even pick out his music (including the classical variety) in tributary elevator styled renditions.  So it shouldn’t surprise me when this morning I couldn’t get the above song out of my head.  It lodged there about 5 minutes after I hung up from yet another futile phone call with our resident angry middle aged man.

 

I’m not interested in bashing anyone, but because this blog has become a sort of essay styled diary for me, it’s a good place to wax prophetically about how a person, any person, comes to a place that make our respective perspectives (ok, that was a mouthful, I didn’t do that on purpose) so intrinsically different.

 

I just finished reading The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd.  Her heroine makes a statement that I find a brilliant observation.  People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.” ~ August Boatwright

 

We all start out in different ways, with different families, with different values and morals, with different opportunities, and with different advantages.  But we all have the same potential.  We all get the same 24 hours in a day.  We all get the same rules and rights.  From there our lives become a statement of what we do with what we were given.  So why would someone camp on what’s wrong instead of making something right?

 

I don’t believe in victimization.  I don’t advocate the woe-is-me’ism so prevalent in our society today.  And more than anything, I don’t support complaints without action.  The plight of the angry young man seems illogical to me, I cannot make sense of it.  So when I should be showing sympathy and support, all I feel is cold and distant.  And I find myself in a place where two wrongs are having a great deal of trouble making a right.

 

~the laundry goddess, September 29, 2008

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2 responses to “The Angry Young Man

  1. Liza says:

    “But we all have the same potential. We all get the same 24 hours in a day. We all get the same rules and rights. From there our lives become a statement of what we do with what we were given.”

    I love this… It sparked thought in me and made me grin like an idiot as I realized the deep truth of that statement.

  2. laundry goddess says:

    Liza, I like the idea that something I said made you, or anyone else, “grin like an idiot” or realize depth in my thoughts. I consider myself a deep thinker and highly introspective, so when I put myself out there for the reflection of others, I appreciate the encouragement.

    Thanks for the comment!
    ~LG

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