Kids And Childbirth

Ok, before I start ranting, no I don't have any kids nor do I plan on having any. This is just my little steam blowing monlogue.

So, we were put on this planet to do one thing, reproduce.
Now that's all well and good but why oh why does it have to be made into such a chore?
Many other species of mammal give birth to a relatively large litter with out problems and then their gone from the nest/den after about 6 months - year.

But us humans are special, the gods decided to make us go through 9 months of shitty gestation then 24 hours or plus of messy, painful labour in order to chain ourselves to a weak, defenceless infant for 18 YEARS of our lives. Now to me this seems that we got the harsh end of the stick, OR evolution got bored and decided to screw us over.

So, why would anyone go through the hassle of having a baby? My fiance's sister had a baby just the end of August, she's 17 and it was not planned. I saw the discomfort and hassle she went through while she was pregnant, I can pretty much get that it wasn't a great experience, but then to top it all off, while trying to birth a 8lb baby boy the Doctor's so greatfully tore her from one hole to the other. Now tell me you wanna have kids.

Although, truth be told, I love the little critter to bits, he's a great baby. But I most likely think this because he's not mine, I'm not with him 24/7 and I don't have to lose sleep over his crying. As my fiance says, "All they do is shit, piss, sick, eat, sleep and keep you awake for 18 years untill they turn into teenagers, disrespect you and steal your money."

Couldn't have said it better myself. Sometimes I get told off for having this attitude towards babies and the like but personally I don't get why people go through this. I don't know why my own mother and father went through all that with me and my brother.

I just don't get it.

iBlog

And now we enter the fantastic new invention of the "blog". How fascinating.
Although seriously, shouldn't we all jump on the band wagon?
A blog you say? Well more like an online diary or advert to be honest, havn't done one of these since I was in secondary school.

Went to a rather interesting event last night at a gallery my fiance is getting his artwork shown at. Sort of like an open mic night, although I didn't know that until we got there so I didn't take any of my material. Speaking of which, I think I'll post my newest one.

Did you know that it disconcerts me,
when your sudden wing span hides the sun.
And I have to speak where no one will spy me
because you seem to be only for my eyes.

In the autumn park,
I thought I saw a feather slowly drifting past
but it could have been a leaf,
crimson or golden suddenly caught in the breeze.

I faltered in the coffee shop today,
hoping to see the reflection of your halo
in the mirrors up above,
while I ordered my latte, two sugars,
and tried not to give myself away.

On the travels home
I noticed that your sandaled feet don't touch the ground.
Can you tell me if they once touched cloud
or stardust?

Did you know that my heart shrinks
when I hear you weeping.
So cast from heaven in despair
to haunt me,
clinging to the last vestiges of purity.

You say that you will stay with me,
do I dare believe it?
For are not there sins you were disgarded for
that pass your lips into my ears,
devil's whispers.

Will you look away when I dress for bed?
Slipping away into slumber with your form above me,
watching me as I sleep,
a fallen guardian angel.

And in my dreams do you see me
wondering if in the centuries that come,
when I am but dust and bone,
a soul in heaven.
will you grasp the golden gates
and demand me back?

Oh Seraph of my waking nightmares,
I'll lay a place for you
with spun gold and silver knives.
I'll save a spot on the sheets for you
if you promise to come
and sing me to sleep.