Taken and forsaken
Let me get to the pith of it all. There are many things I have taken for granted in my twenty years of life. The older I get, the more I assume I deserve certain things and how other things will come through it all, no matter what I do or do not do.
I realised it is not about losing things, although this almost certainly jolts me into greater awareness, but more about how I think about what my life is made up of. Some things are always there and I, in moments of intense, quiet reflection and indulgent regurgitation of thoughts I have dug up and buried and dug up once more, suddenly experience epiphanies. Of late they have been spiritual epiphanies.
I find lists reductive but they work better in blog entries, because hey, this is not an essay.
1. Mummy's love. My friend said a family's love for you is almost Christ-like and this I can definitely say for sure about my family's. Not everyone comes from a loving family which explains why the family is everyone's single most important earthly institution. Loving family or not, a mother's love is incomparable. My mum would wake up in the middle of the night to attend to my whines and groanings, be the only one who fully cares for a sick me, and traverse the up to find a leg trapped in the bedding.
Of course Ex-Boyfriend does not do things half-way and so accordingly trapped his entire body.
"CB! CB! I, what is, oh my God!" I was too busy laughing to respond. With his body entirely inside the cover Ex-Boyfriend managed to poke his head out between two of the buttons.
"What is going on?!"
"I don't know, this never happens to me." I grabbed my camera and took a picture while he breathed heavily and gathered his determination.
"Okay," he said "I'm going back in." A few more frantic flailings later and Ex-Boyfriend emerged, unscathed, from the terrors of my bed.
It is a testimony to my strange tastes that I thought this was the most endearing thing in the world. A few more frantic flailings later and Ex-Boyfriend emerged, unscathed, from the terrors of my bed.
It is a testimony to my strange tastes that I thought this was the most endearing thing in the world.
I realised it is not about losing things, although this almost certainly jolts me into greater awareness, but more about how I think about what my life is made up of. Some things are always there and I, in moments of intense, quiet reflection and indulgent regurgitation of thoughts I have dug up and buried and dug up once more, suddenly experience epiphanies. Of late they have been spiritual epiphanies.
I find lists reductive but they work better in blog entries, because hey, this is not an essay.
1. Mummy's love. My friend said a family's love for you is almost Christ-like and this I can definitely say for sure about my family's. Not everyone comes from a loving family which explains why the family is everyone's single most important earthly institution. Loving family or not, a mother's love is incomparable. My mum would wake up in the middle of the night to attend to my whines and groanings, be the only one who fully cares for a sick me, and traverse the up to find a leg trapped in the bedding.
Of course Ex-Boyfriend does not do things half-way and so accordingly trapped his entire body.
"CB! CB! I, what is, oh my God!" I was too busy laughing to respond. With his body entirely inside the cover Ex-Boyfriend managed to poke his head out between two of the buttons.
"What is going on?!"
"I don't know, this never happens to me." I grabbed my camera and took a picture while he breathed heavily and gathered his determination.
"Okay," he said "I'm going back in." A few more frantic flailings later and Ex-Boyfriend emerged, unscathed, from the terrors of my bed.
It is a testimony to my strange tastes that I thought this was the most endearing thing in the world. A few more frantic flailings later and Ex-Boyfriend emerged, unscathed, from the terrors of my bed.
It is a testimony to my strange tastes that I thought this was the most endearing thing in the world.
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