I'm no King Tut

I was reading an article earlier about King Tut and how his face is being displayed for the first time. Time has not been good to the boy king, but then again he is 3000 and change, so all in all he could look a whole lot worse. He currently looks like a leathery cross between Garrett Morris and Anwar Sadat. After reading the article I started thinking about the imprint Tut has left on this earth. Think about it he was 19 when he died, and over three thousand years later he is still being talked about. As far as I can tell he never really did jack, and what it amounts to is that he is forever in the annals of history by virtue of having his grave robbed and his corpse put on display. Talk about falling face first in shit and coming up with a rose.

So it begs the question . What are the rest of us leaving, and more importantly, at least to me, what’s my legacy? So I thought about it long and hard. I drank a pot of coffee along with some chocolate chip cookies that I think were laced with crack. They must have been because I couldn’t stop eating them. In the end all I came up with was a headache and an upset stomach.

I haven’t really DONE anything. At least nothing that I will be remembered for a hundred years from now. I mean most of us will never cure cancer or win a Pulitzer or climb Mt. Everest. Maybe the best we can hope for is to not be remembered for something fucked up like the Elephant Man's disfigurement or Taylor Hick's first album.

So what’s my point? To be honest I’m not sure I had one. I suppose if pressed I'd have to say I’m coming to grips with the realization that I’m not going to make that big splash I’ve been poised to make all these years. At this stage of life I don’t even recall what body of water I was aiming to dive into. I’m afraid I might be growing up after 40 odd years of avoiding it. Oh well, guess it had to happen sooner or later.

And maybe making the big splash aint all its cracked up to be after all. At least I don’t have to worry that some archeologist will dig me up and put me on display. Who wants people seeing you looking like a beef jerky sculpture of Anwar Sadat anyway?