About the future

Recently, I've been subtly but surely immersed in a world in which conversations irremediably link back to babies. Maybe it's because I'm coming to "that age" as my mother would so delicately put it or simply because people my age and a little older start thinking about such things about now.

Whatever the reason, it uttlery puzzles me. Although I will not be the one to resist the chance to coo and cuddle with a cute toddler, just thinking of the outrageously ridiculous possibility of myself going through the life-changing process of having a child leaves me ironically amused.

Personnally, I do not think I shall ever have children and although this would have come accross as something to be sad about a while back, I certainly does not anymore. I'll simply enjoy fussing over children for as long as they are cute and smiley. After that, please mommy, take it back! *laughs*

It's not that I don't want any - at least certainly NOT now! It's a feeling I have and it really doesn't bother me. To echo my melodramatic and horribly cliché'd mother, "the time will come, you'll feel it when you're ready." Funny how those quotes just make my hair stand in all the wrong ways. I hate being mainstreamed.

My sister and I found an interesting comparison to this the other day. We both felt like 'normal' molds weren't cutting it and there came forth the Kraft Dinner Analogy.

Sister - You think we're all the same?
Me - Like what?
Sister - Um... like... I don't know... packaged food?
Me - What?! Packaged food? You mean, like Kraft Dinner?
Sister - Eww! I hate to think of myself in terms of dehydrated cheese!
Me - You started it...
Sister - What I meant was that... well, okay! Let's say we're all like Kraft Dinner. Kraft tries its best to make all the boxes the same, so that when you buy it, you get the same thing every time.
Me - I still can't believe you're using Kraft Dinner as a comparison to life. We're seriously messed up!
*laughs*
Sister - So, anyhow, when you go to the grocery store, you already KNOW what your Kraft Dinner will taste like, even before you buy it. It's some sort of secure food investement.
Me - This is getting even worse. Financial profiles following packaged food and worse... Kraft Dinner!
Sister - But admit it was predictable. And that's what I hate.
Me - Being predictable?
Sister - Isn't that what being 'normalised' means?
Me - I see, but, sorry to burst your bubble sister, but you and I are entirely too predictable if you ask me.
*laughs*
Sister - That's just cuz we lived together for what, 18 years and share about a quarter of our genetic background!
Me - *pause* or maybe it's because I'm regular Kraft Dinner and you're the special spirally thingy?
*gets pummeled by pillow*
Sister - Forget it! You're just the cheap copy brand!
*laughs*

...

Food as an analogy of life. There you have it.

Furthermore, I'm being utterly traumatized by a Naruto fanfiction I'm currently reading which I should have dropped many many chapters ago. It was originally a Neji/Shikamaru pairing, which extended into Naruto/Sasuke which at a certain lenght I may have tolerated but now the author is destroying my brain by forcing pictures of Choji and Gaara naked together into it. What's worse is she's entering my squick territory by brigning up front a nasty combination of Sexy no Jutsu and m-preg and that is just *wrong*. Why am I still reading it? Someone threathen me with a gun please. I feel like a kid morbidly staring as a huge car crash unfolds in front of his eyes, with bits of people flying everywhere and yet... I am unfazed.

Gosh, someone throw me a bone or... the next best thing, a Neji plushie!

Aaridys
'What I think is what I know, what you know is what I tell you.'
Strength will come, but at what price? Ryu Ue

Humeur: Deranged
Musique: Fahrenheit with choir, Immediate Music

edit: Itachi being repentent and crying like a f***ing Mary Sue... I am the only one who has to run to the bathroom at the mere thought of such a situation?