I am man hear me Roar(Whimper)

I am a guy. I like to think I am a man's man. Burly, strong, square jawed, and radiating masculinity. Of course I can still put together a room, and I might not stride the world like Olympus due to a minor birth defect, but I still like to think of myself as the John Wayne type. All this being said, men mature at a MUCH slower rate than women. The gentleman above, one Arthur Schopenhauer, went so far as to equate men to fine wine. The older we get the better we taste maybe? Clearly, an eighteen year old boy is a mere child when compared to an eighteen year old girl. This is just a sad fact, though no more sadder that the fact that the seventeen year old boy is hitting his sexual peak with no real clue what to do about it. However, it led me to thinking about another sad, in my opinion, fact. The fact is that we are about to send that seventeen year old, immature boy to college. Where he will, in theory, receive the education that will prepare him for life in the "real world." Of course, being the immature idiot that he is most of it will be lost on him for the first two years. After all, there are GIRLS here, and booze, and frat parties, and football games. How the hell is he supposed to react? Not that girls have it any easier, they may be more mature, but they get to be surrounded by immature jackasses like our boy who just want to grope, paw, and fondle her. Perhaps this is just sour grapes on my part as I realize, now that I am a 40 year old geezer, that the stuff I was exposed to would be MUCH more appreciated by me now. I suppose youth is wasted on the young, and all that crap, but no wonder the vast majority of men are the fucks up we are. By the time we are mature enough to appreciate it, the education we should have had, has already passed us by, and we are too busy rearing children, and/or dodging the rampaging boss to do anything about it. It is sad that now, this late in my life, I feel so much more ready to learn the philosophy of fellows like the guy in the photo above. At least that is what I tell myself, as I watch another stirring episode of Family Guy, and feel my IQ drop by 5 points or so. I actually had a philosophy teacher, despairing of trying to get simple precepts into my thick skull, said that I should come back to philosophy when I was 40 so I could then better understand and appreciate it. Perhaps he was right, and perhaps I need to get off my stagnant ass, and do something about it, but of course there are two full hours of Family Guy on tonight.