TWEEDLEDUM & TWEEDLEDEE IT'S A VICARIOUS LIFE I LEAD

The definition of vicarious that best suites me is; 

"Felt or enjoyed through imagined participation in the experience of others: a vicarious thrill". 

Come on now admit it we have all done it in our lives at one time or another.  It's not necessarily because our lives are boring, but having an imagined experience aside from ourself can be pretty cool indeed.

Now I have never lived vicariously through the life of real people, that would be just kinda sick and twisted. 

Ben and The Boys

For me it started at a early age.  I wanted to be part of  Bonanza.  The series debuted at the year of my Birth, 1959.  The Cartwright's lived on the Ponderosa until I was sweet 14, in 1973.  The complex part of this vicariousness was that I wanted to be one of the boys, except I wanted to live vicariously through all three of them!  Yes indeed, I was a little undersized and husky at that age, so Hoss fit the bill.  Huge-Tough and gentle all at the same time, that was neat.  Then came Little Joe, handsome as all get out, a real ladies man.  Full of life and bravado. I was undersized and husky remember, so I could use a little help in the lady department.  I blended the two of them together seamlessly.  Yet I wasn't satisfied, I needed a little more of sumthin-sumthin...Smarts, that was it so I injected Adam into the whole mix.  The whole thing was a little confusing to Hop-Sing.  the poor little guy never knew who to expect for supper.

Thomas Magnum

A few years out of High School, I was no longer husky but still slight of stature[average height].  I said NO-NO-NO Disco.  Without a doubt,  jumped right into the oceans of Hawaii, my vicarious life became beaches, babes, bikinis, and that glorious Red Ferrari.  Magnum P.I. (1980-1988) was the all out bomb of a imaginary life.  He had it all....the looks, the mustache, great friends, the estate, the car, the women, shorts n' Top-Siders and all the wild investigating excitement, this poor ole kid stuck in the 80's could handle.

Just when I needed it most, I found myself void of vicariousness. No time when you are playing the role of your life, for real.  Don E, family man.  Wife, Kids, Job, Ohhhh the responsibilty of it all!

Roll to present day.  Divorced, Disabled, still waiting to get laid like a long-long train track.  I recently stumbled upon my, newest and I'm thinkin I will keep this one for awhile, vicarious thrill...Thank God for Netflix...Showtime's Original Series, Californication.  "The People versus Hank Moody".  Hank and I have so much in common!  Not Really, no point in vicarious if ya did don'tcha know.  Well, as the name implies there is a whole lot of fornicating going on.  Hank a novelist with a case of writers block, has no blockage south of the brainstem.  He is the quintessential 'perfect asshole'.  Says anything to anybody with a novelist flair. Separated from his beautiful [not wife] and child, Hank maintains charm with family.  The SweetLife!. 

If you don't hear from me in a while, I'll be in the midst of a Californication Marathon.

Cause if you can't do it you might as well imagine it!