The best thing about a Oreo cookie is definitely the middle. I think the same can be said for a sandwich, an action packed vacation, or a romantic interlude with my husband. When I was a university student the middle of the night was the optimum time to study for tests and complete research papers.
I remember when I was a child the middle of the back seat was definitely not the coveted spot. My siblings and I fought NOT to sit there. My parents had to legislate the amount of time each of us needed to spend there in order to prevent major battles. Speaking of driving, the middle of the road is definitely not the place to be. Remember the Louden Wainwright III song, which contained the lyrics ‘dead skunk in the middle of the road stinkin’ to high heaven?’
The middle of a donut is certainly not the best part. There is nothing there. Sticking up your middle finger in public is hardly polite. As we get older the middle part of our body is rarely looked at with favor, since extra weight seems to gravitate there in the most aggravating way. Few people escape at least some sort of ‘mid-life’ crisis.
I had a teaching colleague with a middle child theory. She thought kids sandwiched in the middle of their families between younger and older siblings had to cope with a special set of circumstances that sometimes impacted them negatively. When a child in my class was having academic or social problems the first question she would ask is……”Are they a middle child?”
I happen to live in the province smack dab in the middle of Canada and think it is a pretty great place. I find musical notes in the middle range are the easiest for me to sing. Shakespeare’s A Mid Summer Night’s Dream is one of his funniest and most entertaining plays. Doesn’t the middle man/woman in a business deal make the most profit?
They say the middle class is disappearing, but I’m happy to consider myself a part of it. I’m glad I have the good fortune not to need social assistance but I’m also glad I’m not a millionaire. That would bring its own share of problems.
The older I get the more I realize that somewhere in the middle, between the two extremes, is often the most open-minded and reasonable place to take a stance on controversial things. My life experiences have moderated many of my black and white ideas and sent me scurrying for middle ground.
“Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.” – Anna Quindlen (Newsweek columnist)