per a family members request, i am writing this morning...or should i say AFTERnoon. which brings me to a good point---->it is mothers day today. and i wouldn't have the luxury of waking in the afternoon (with the only pressing matter being my french press as it presses down my coffee grounds) if i WERE a mother.
so, i hope all the mommies out there have a special day, but lets be honest...shouldn't every day be mothers day?
strange we need to 'set a day' aside to lavish flowers and gifts on our mothers...does that mean that we can set aside the other 364 days out of the year to underappreciate?
just sayin.
i think im too selfish for children anyways. god probably looked down upon me and said, nope. not even a child will curb her selfish ways...that was a halfway joke...intended to be funny cuz it holds specks of despairing truth. hey i laughed.
im actually okay with that though. for the longest time i thought it would take a family, a man, children, to complete me in this life. in a traditional sense, i suppose we are. but the more reality takes its perverbial bat to my head, the more i realize that i, actually, am okay without kids and the family and the structure and all of that.
and fairytales? really...? get real. if you believe in fairytales, you should also believe in flying monkeys and honest politics.
yes yes, the tone of this entry has once again meandered down the oh so familiar road of brash cynicism...didn't mean to take you there...but here we are.
on another note, there is a small child who has been growling, yes growling, for the last 30 minutes just outside of my window and quite remarkably sounds like what i would picture the offspring of a hyena and a crazed wildebeast to sound like.
and with that being said, i will undoubtedly enjoy my next strong cup of pressed coffee as i leave you with this exert i wrote for my sister this morning:
"happy mothers day is that poo?
happy mothers day is that poo?
happy mothers day dear god it issss....
happy mothers day it is poo."
