The hula hoop was just a toy in my mind, even as i have been obsessive in my artistic mind’s eye with circles (all of my life), the hula hoop never impressed me and i never could do it.

The transition of hula hoop to a concept that has taken a driver seat in my life has been documented in other blogs.  The thing that fascinates me most these dayz is the effect of hula hoops on individuals i come into contact with.  i sell the snake oil with my hula hoop schpeal, because some things if you believe in them, THAT is what makes them real.  And once something is real, well then it’s real, right?

See, kids are resilient to failure, and seem to keep trying new things or else have persistence enough to try something that is appealing to them, even if they are not naturals at first.  Adults are often very damaged, in many different ways, and so there is not the same kind of ability to unleash confidence or try new things.  The pop psych cliches are readily available for a reason.  Set in stone, we get.

The reality is that adults need and CAN thrive on the idea that they are not calcified by their age.  It could be true what they say about language acquisition, that it is easy up until your brain is no longer malleable, or it could be a vicious twisting of the truth, a processing problem akin to being barked at over and over until you believe what they say about you on television.

Adults can learn amazing shit that makes them happy and proud of themselves, and this learning can translate into such great amounts of good karma for their kids and their communities that we could get some SHIT done.  Which is what needs to happen in a horrible beautiful place like where I am from.  How bout where you’re from?