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And I don’t mean yes you may spoil your inner child. As in, go ahead, spoil her.

That big pot of motherless stew is still simmering on the back burner. Today I’m back to wondering what’s a motherless child to do? And just how, exactly, does knowing I carry a prophetic longing for the whole of western civilization actually help me function in my own little life? Huh?

This morning the lyrics from the Eagles comeback hit, “Get Over It” are ringing in my ears. I’m so sad the You Tube link to embed it has been disabled, but you can see them perform their corrective dose of reality therapy here. And just in case you need it spelled out…

Get Over It
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin’ ’don’t blame me’
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin’ sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma’s too thin; your daddy’s too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven’t been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old billy was right
Let’s kill all the lawyers, kill ’em tonight
You don’t want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn’t owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don’t want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it

It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick it’s little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit
Get over it, get over it

Ouch. These boys need a mommie, very, very badly.

Sometimes you have to let the pendulum swing all the way in both directions before you get a feel for the truth of things. This harsh slap upside the head resonates with me in many ways. I’ve seen enough victim queens to tempt me to swing that way. But it’s still missing the point.

Stay tuned.

p.s. while you’re at You Tube, spend a few minutes at Hotel California. Call me a Baby Boomer, but damn, that’s good music.

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