Love's young dream
Something redmum wrote today reminded me of the time my son fell in love for the first time.
Nikita wore her hair in dreadlocks - the kind they fashion on every city street across Europe in the height of the summer. She was nine and he was eight and after some crazy golf they realised that they were in love. At night, on the veranda of our caravan, I mused to my husband between sips of beautiful Burgundy, at how wonderful it was to see our son mixing so well with girls.
One week later and Nikita's little sister reliably informed me on the way to the playground that she had borne witness to a stolen kiss behind the caravan. I fretted for several seconds before accepting that the summer of love had entered our holiday home and that, given their ages, there was really nothing to worry about. Aged eight and nine love is spectacularly innocent - thank God. He blushed when she called around; he visibly smarted when my husband and I cajoled him about his new girlfriend, and I grimaced when my husband told me that in a few years time they would be climbing out windows to meet each other while we dozed in the comfortable stupour of a few glasses of red.
Nikita left a week before we did and on that day my son sulked for hours on end like some petulant teenager. I am pretty certain that in his head he found it supremely difficult to reconcile his newly discovered feelings for girls with the normal eight year old response to the species inculcated in single sex male playgrounds across the country. But his heart was truly broken as the nine year old beauty from Cork belted up and headed off for the ferry back to Ireland.
The aftermath of the affair lacked all the sunniness of a French campsite. Pretty soon - too soon by my reckoning - he reverted to type. The had swapped addresses before she left and within days of us returning home she had sent a postcard. He vehemently refused to reply and by this gesture denied, if not their love, at least their singular moment of childish romance.
And so, back to redmum, where young men lure young women out of their homes for an afternoon in Mcdonalds and a stroll around St Stephen's Green in gangs of twenty plus. Between RedMum and I we have at least two decades worth of young love's dream before us; we will both be shoulders to cry on whilst the gentle and tender hearts of our offspring are smashed into pieces by those boys and girls who are the focus of our children's infatuation. I just hope that we have the stamina to deal with it.
posted by Beth Bond @ 3/13/2006 11:29:00 PM
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I understand they are updating people on my situation and I thought it best to clarify:::
I have NOTHING to be thankful for. Perhaps that is why they created my situation the way it is:::::CHEATED me out of my life, left me with a abjectly devoid existance:::so I am willing to fuck god.
They CHEATED me out of my youth to achieve this distraction on the scale of England's during the 80s and 90s. Unlike theirs mine may have been primarily telepathic. Of course they did both to keep people off the path as the Exodus of 2000 event approached (major event ocurred at end of each revelry cycle (20+-year war-revelry cycles in 20th century)).
The god's positioning is such they sought to create and will achieve tragedy in my situation, likely to create ill will towards the gods (women), a la the "final test", for promises were made and this devolved into a sadistic, depraved situation for a disfavored audience. In many other cases they used me to corrupt others (men and women).
Don't listen. Refuse updates. Much like all aspects of life in the 20th century (sports, TV, music, materialism) they use this to keep people off the path, especially important now that I illustrate it to you, for once you have finished receiving updates you will have forgotten about the path and be sent on your way. That is their goal.
I suspect their threats of "rebirth" are going to come to fruition. Just as they said some sexist men are reincarnated as pigs so can they "reincarnate" people, likely just reverse of clone growth::as they can accellerate clone growth miraculously so can they do the reverse, reuse the body or beem the shrunken brain into a clone host (fetus, infant, toddler) and force the individual to endure life on Earth again.
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