But it sure does feel like it sometimes. That's my lame excuse for the week between posts, but fuck it, it'll be just as long seeing as i'm goin away for a week. If I was all alone, then maybe I would feel that telling you about closed-circle capitalism, the provision of services instead of products, and all this other thinking i'm coming across from 'Natural Capitalism', and 'Limits To Growth - 30 Year Update' (links when i can be arsed), but they don't seem nearly as important as the emotional developments in my life, which I won't even write down in my diary, so it's hardly like i'm gonna write it here. Especially when I know people who may read this who could complicate things further.
So anyway, things might work out perfectly, or they might not. I don't know yet. No Regrets Though. One day, men are going to be bred out of existence, along with that damn Y chromozone, and I hope I have daughters, so they don't have to be men in what's turning out to be a woman's world. you both won't read this, but I love you both, and you'll both want me to choose, and in choosing, I'll hurt one of you. And I know one of you'll get hurt worse than the other, so I already know the choice I'll make, but I can't be sure till the time is at hand, and in the waiting to make the choice, I'll hurt the other.
This choice won't affect the world one iota. A thousand blokes'd make it every day. Still seems more important to me than anything else I've written about.
posted by Keegan at 2:29 pm
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