The B-boom

I see a lot of people are moving on. And what has me by surprise is that a lot of people are moving on in a very selfish manner. It happens like this... at first I am taken by shock, then surprise, then amazement, and then the inevitable disgust. It sometimes happens that I meet a long-lost someone who turns out to have met another long lost someone, who in turn turns out to know another long lost someone else. Now I know all about full moon, I have Alaskan Malamutes who actually respond to full moon periods. But this is outrageous, is there a baby moon out there or what? It so seems to be, that a woman's stamp on the world seems to be a word spelt with the letter B. It's not beauty, but it is total bullshit. It's a baby and oh boy isn't everybody happy? No. Why is every girl I know (minus Rob, but then Rob is sensible) getting pregnant? And it's not as if they're blooming health, they're blooming silly and selfish. Biological clock running out is not a good excuse. Babies should be born into solid relationships because babies are defenceless tiny things who need to be protected by mum and dad. Having a baby just on a whim, and then what? Being excited because there's a growing belly.. but do they really have to incorporate a baby in doing that? Can't they just eat themselves silly or something? I will never understand this biological clock thing, but then I never understand any type of clock. If a man and a woman have a stable relationship going, then go forth and multiply and square that answer to your hearts' content. But are six months enough to guarantee a stable relationship, enough to make two suddenly three? And why do these girls think they've just got very clever? It's not as if they're doing something nobody has ever done. We know how it's done, pretty easy actually. It's becoming the latest trend, this baby boom. A man and a woman who have not yet got past the courting stage, and bang, there comes baby. It's sad. What about the baby? How the hell would I be able to explain that to my baby? I'd say, you see I met your dad whom I never saw anymore, and decided I wanted to do something different, so I just lay on my back and prayed to God and there you were! It would nowadays make a 5 year old laugh himself silly. And silly would be fine. But it doesn't remain silly. Then they go on benefits because they have to raise what they got on a whim. And the flipping government actually pays them to do that. I think I'm off to buy a dolly, hide it under my clothes. No I don't need that physically I think I could actually pass off for a baby-to-have girl. Then I'd just stay at home reaping the benefits. This is all bullshit and anybody thinking that it is a good idea should be sent to Africa where they can increase and multiply as much as they like... and go and work to make a living. There's no way people are just getting portions out of my taxes just because they're on a whim.

Over

Why is it in the world that we can never somehow put ourselves into a neat little drawer which holds us in our entirety? It's the same as the boxes. Those tiny box which you're supposed to tick. Sometimes they come in ageing boxes, the 20 - 25, 26-30, 31-35 boxes. I don't know if they come in big capacities since I've never had the need to look. So let's safely say I've overlooked them. We have boxes for everything, height, gender, academic achievements, and sometimes even a rude box for weight comes up. And I'm expected to put that all over the Internet? Oh No. I will not be targeted by Weight Watchers and points. But I guess my time is somehow up. And I'm trying to be brave like Jade. I don't think I am as brave, but I'm trying. My time ticking weight boxes is up because very soon I'm going to be the next Jade. And although I will not be going into the mad media limelight, I will still be another Jade, just a few years older. But tragic just the same. And it's ok because we are here journeying. It is just as if we have a flight ticket, for most an economy flight ticket, and for some, a business flight. It's still a flight. And for the better part of us, we can wedge ourselves into the seat. Some others just can't. Over and out.

Naked

I have broken my latest record. I have just let a day gone by... blogless. I didn't mean it to be that way, it just happened that I also broke my usual routine elsewhere. I usually have something like a routine, I am not usually out all day long on a Sunday. But that's what I did yesterday, and I enjoyed it. And I came back here exhausted after a day of doing nothing so I just placed myself prettily under my duvet and let nature work. And since nature works both ways, I'm back up again. And I feel bloggingly naked. Naked is a very good word to use in a lot of circumstances. It has the exact powerful effect as if you'd uttered the word walkies for dogs. Try a lot of naked words in the same sentence and you get the butterfly effect in no time. Perhaps a naked table, a naked room, a naked whatever you wish, and you get the attention in no time. I've tried it, and it works, especially if you're after XX attention. Not as in X rated but as in X chromosome attention. You could be referring to something as innocent as a naked patch of ground, naked walls, but there is something about the word which has heads turning fast. And I'm not even talking about naked legs or breasts. The naked word must be one of the most versatile words in the English Language. Try it, you'll see. And there goes my naked blog.