Sisters?

I've never wanted a sister in life. I was so content being the only girl in five generations. I had a brother and that was ok. Well it had to be ok, because I had no say in it anyway. He had to be conceived first for me to come about so I couldn't exactly complain. But there was no way on earth my parents were reproducing again, and as a child, a very weird kind of child, I would pray to God so he wouldn't send my parents other children. I didn't know the facts of life at 5 years old. I actually wasn't quite so sure at 15. I thought people got married, then prayed to God for kids. But in that weird 5 year old +7months of a brain I thought that maybe some people didn't pray hard enough to God and that was the reason he didn't send them any angels from above. Or monsters from below. How very naive. But I was 5 so I can let myself off the hook. I was just an innocent child, nothing wrong with that. But every time someone in my class announced their mother was about to pop again, I'd be filled with dread. I think I prayed more than hard enough. God listened to that innocent child, and sent no more. And let's say I could have coped with another brother, but I would not have coped with another sister. I was the only daughter, only niece, only granddaughter, and that's the way it was going to stay. Period. And the reflection of that is that throughout my adult life I haven't really had close female friends. Acquaintances yes, but not friends, the one who you can talk all about your nitty gritty too. And suddenly life throws me, not a friend, but a sister, on the hottest summer night of the year. Dear Lord or life, I suddenly get a sister at 36. And although I lack the experience of sisterhood, this comes as the most natural thing in the world. And in less time than you can say Amen it's more solid than the freeze in my freezer. How? I cannot talk about that, because I don't know. It's something like Freddie Mercury's ' And it's finally happened, happened, happened'. And I'm not complaining. It's so good to know that you have another other half out there. Sometimes life knows exactly what to do.

Religious jibber jabber

I've opened Face Book again to yet more religious s and M. How not nice for a breakfast at 11am. And talking of food, it seems that the big issue has translated itself into religious dogma now. Two girls are responsible for this, two totally unrelated girls, well, related by one thing... extra weight. And no it's not me this time. And I won't be following suit. Because this has begun to look like a fetish now. And while I might be into a lot of them (the fetishes), this is one which really doesn't take my fancy. So let's talk about the girls. One who had a marriage fetish, and finally after 40 years of looking (you see all of you who hold the marriage fetish, never despair) and being hooked up, she's become a saint. She now dismisses all her sex stunts as 'the silly sins of our youth'. Now if I had to do that, I'd be going straight to heaven with wings which would support me. Silly sins of our youth, she's not talking about fibbing to mum at 16, lying and saying that the bus stopped somewhere, hence the being late. That is a silly sin. I'm not sure if getting it on with a priest can be deemed as a silly sin, but as I write it now becomes very clear.. the clergy, hence religious, hence God loving. So marriage made her obsessed with God, and it's not an I wonder why at all. That means it becomes we can eat ourselves to death and be merry because God loves us anyway. And who is hubby to complain with God's wishes? Nobody of course. Now I understand, although it's complex, but I still understand.
Then there's the other one, another God preacher who, by the preachings she posts, seems to have a lot of enemies, and thinks that the world is a war zone. But she says she is blessed. Of course she is if you see it in her perspective. What did she want for? Kids. And she's got two. Black kids, that's what she wanted, and that is what she got. Perfectly healthy kids. Why shouldn't she feel blessed? And she didn't even go to the trouble of getting married. Yet if she's as religious as she proclaims herself to be, going on and on about being blessed because her kids are her life, and thank you God for the kids, and you see she feels blessed by God now. Can't she spare a thought for other people who have not had it that easy in the baby stakes? What would a woman desperately trying for a baby feel when reading all of that? Well, despair would be one. Because it's fine saying to never lose faith in God, but when statistics show you otherwise what do you do? Say thank you God for not giving me the baby I would love? Come on, it doesn't work that way. And it doesn't work that way not because we are sinners, but because we are humans. And human beings... are humans after all.