June 15th, 2008

Where's My Mommy? 

True or False: Karla locked herself out of her car yesterday? False, and no this sullied fictitious fabrication of the truth was not intentional. It sure did seem that way when I called the tow truck to come rescue me, and even still as I was signing the $30 bill for this service. It wasn't so clear when I couldn't actually find my keys inside of my car. Which eventually led to the discovery that the keys had indeed been in my computer case all along, yesiree.



Hmmm, what to do, what to do. I am certainly not one of these women who is territorial or possesive of their space and things. Two women in the kitchen -no problem for me. I will take all the help I can get. After the onslaught of various events that closely resemble yesterdays key incident I am starting to think I need a mommy. Basically I need someone hovering over me at all times, waiting to catch the falling credit card that was so carelessly placed in my pocket and lovingly take the keys I've aimlessly thrown and put them in a very special place. All the while, nurturing me and loving me and making me feel like the special girl that I know myself to be.

Yes, I've been thinking about it, for sure I have. As soon as I manifest my wealth I will place an add in the newpaper:

WANTED: 32 year old woman seeking a full time Mother. Must be willing to work overtime. Hovering and organizational skilled required.



Okay, and I know, I know, my awareness ought to be enough to cure this issue on my own. But no matter how simplistic and obtainable that quest might seem the problem lies in my priorities. Nothing troubles me more than the boredom, monotony, and the predictibility of the day, so I can always keep myself quite entertained within the recesses and cerebral landscapes in my mind and my keys, and credit cards and all of these other things I need to function in the real world just simply aren't there. Oh the real world, must it really be necessary to engage it on such a functional level. Isn't there some way to escape to some other dimension of reality where life isn't so structured? Where we could frolick in the grass all day, laying in the sunshine, treating mother earth like the beautiful life sustaining entity that she is and bask in natures glory. Our only responsibility would be maintaining the visually stimulating quality buildings we've errected and lovely gardens we've designed. We would feast everynight from our enormous organic gardens. We would get back to the basics, the essential and into all of the brilliant discoveries that lie there.



Instead we are confronted daily with the daunting task of appeasing the false security in wasting our valuable, precious energies on the monstrous societal structures we''ve created. Forms for this, forms for that, sign this, sign that, cards for this, cards for that, tax this tax that, social security numbers, health care numbers, licenses, rules, rules rules...MOMMY, MOMMY??? Help me please!! you see, haha. This is how I feel. Just read Daniel Quinns book Ishmael and you'll feel the same and perhaps we could all collaborate together and change the world to better accomodate our real needs and it's own needs.

I am sure we can usher in the age of Aquarius with ease and grace instead of through natural disaster if we just have enough people who are willing to choose a better way, and once I have my mommy in place, I am sure I will be freed up considerably to further engage this undertaking.

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