I once had a psychology professor in college that was nuts. I mean, certifiable, completely, off-the-wall, nuts. He couldn’t be fired because he was tenured but the administration sure looked for ways around that. As far as I know they never succeeded. I was just glad to get out of the class alive. He once (and I swear this is a true story) shot off a gun in class (yes, it was blanks but still!) to test a psychology theory about the startle factor. I wasn’t there that day (Thank you God) but they still talk about it – at least when I last heard.
He once proposed a theory that kept class going for an hour. I personally think he just never had anything to lecture about and just wanted to watch everyone argue, but whatever. His theory was “gravity sucks.” Now before you snort, think about it. A sucking “motion” pulls things in, like a straw, right? So if the earth sucked, wouldn’t we all get “stuck” on it a bit better?
What I can’t believe is that these students actually debated the topic for 50 minutes. I skipped a lot of classes after that, thus missing the gun incident, and still aced an “A.”
But what I can’t believe even more than the stupid debate is that he was right! Gravity does suck! Not because of what he thought – he was way out there in some other solar system. But I have found, over the years, that gravity sucks in more ways than one.
The first way is that this sucking motion, pulling things downward, has applied to my own body. Things just aren’t where… well, where I left them. Things on me! I am not talking long trailing locks of hair down my back. I’m talking body parts. (Don’t panic – I’m not going into specifics here.)
Everything is lower than it used to be. Clothes now are not only for fashion, warmth, and modesty – they are for reconstruction! We are talking about moving things upward – fighting gravity – pushing up this, that and the other thing, into the space it once occupied.
And that sucks.
Which is the other definition. This is absolutely not fair. I am now 50. I know what to do with all of the equipment I have. I can put a 25 year-old to shame in my skill with flirting and body language. Unfortunately, the borders of the country that this language is from has shifted. Kind of a continental drift on my body.
That sucks.
I find it ironic that it takes us a half-century to use the tools, that worked best a quarter-century ago, and then have to go on a scavenger hunt to find those tools. Someone once said, “Youth is wasted on the young.”
That sucks too!