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More than a little confused but maybe that's just me!
Those little suckers, who, with their cuddly cute faces and silly movements, make you feel weak and want to care for them. I hate them because they remind me of the fact that they are going to take my place, that I one day have to make way for them, and die. I hate them. I don't want them to take my place. I don't want to die. Cute and cuddly my arse. Just devils in disguise. Smiling at you, because they know they will dig your grave one day, feasting on your remains.
Maybe I can reverse the ongoings, since I live in Bali. A well placed offer may do the trick. Should I offer an adult, or a child? Maybe both? Throw in a few pigs, dogs, cows, a whole village? How about Sanur? How can I make the Gods understand their mistake of inventing death?
Should I consult my Balinese wife maybe? Don't think so. She is involved. She is growing a little devil, who already has brainwashed her, her breasts are growing so the devil can start to learn how to suck the life out of her.
Coming to think of it, its a conspiracy. I see many brainwashed people, involved in creating those devils in one way or another, not knowing they have die one day because of it. Love my arse. Those kids are killing you. Wake up.
Today I read there was a Korean in Bali who didn't want to wait until a devil pushed him out of the way. He decided to push himself away, with the help of a rope. He burned his personal belongings and passport before the push. Wise man. They better not know who you are up there when you have taken matters into your own hand.
Hmmmm, maybe instead of an offer, Balinese philosophy may come to the rescue to stop the conspiracy against my life:
I am going to "co-incide" to conquer the devil. I smell a new and better religion here, and life eternal, victory over the destructive youth.The traditional distinction between fact and fiction is inappropriate in Bali, where there is no concept equivalent to the Western idea of fiction (Vickers, 1989), no juxtaposition of Wahrheit and Dichtung. For instance, by telling or performing a story from “history,” the qualities of the past can become the qualities of the present by “co-incidence,” not meaning that they occur by accident but that they have been made to “co-incide” or co-reside.
Or maybe I sneak into the bathroom, so nobody can hear me crying. I don't want to die. I want to live forever.
I hate children.
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More than a little confused but maybe that's just me!
http://www.mimpimanis.com/
That makes two of us Mimpi :?
hahaha bert - but here's the beauty of it all.. when you actually have one of your own - all you wish is that live far longer than yourself - you look at them and think, "if i could end my own life now in return for a guarantee of their long lives and happiness, i'd do it in a heartbeat..".. the beauty of your own children are that they make what you previously thought were important things, suddenly seem unimportant.. i always tell my buddy here who is yet to marry ad yet to have children, that "when you meet your wife, you will hopefully love her and you'll feel that the love is overwhelming, but when you have a child, not immediately, but after 6 months or so, you'll realize that love you feel for your child dwarfs any other human emotion - they become and remain the center of your world. that is to say, until you've had kids, you think you know what love is and when you have them, you really know".. now i'm not taking anything away from the love you feel for your wife / partner - it's just that the love from a parent to a child is in many ways far more overwhelming, far more powerful, and of course far more instinctive..
in fact, if you asked me today, this very second, am i disturbed by the idea of dying right this very moment, my answer would be not particularly - the only regrets would be that i wouldn't see my kids grow old and that they might one day call another man "dad" - that thought is chilling.. but for me at least, i can pledge that my kids are the center of my world and i'd expect most parents (my wife included) would say the same.. then as parents and husband and wife you are of course still centric in each others lives, but it's different..
just my thoughts.. interesting to see your reflections on this post 6 months or so after your little one has arrived..
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I hope you all realize this is posted in the fiction section, its about prenatal psychosis ;) I don't really hate children. Actually I bought Kevin, who acts beautifully as the devil in my story (it took some time for him to learn how to look so devious though), his first "bicycle" on the day I wrote it. 8)
I have to say even though it was in the fiction section - it had me worried. Glad everything is okay though!
http://www.mimpimanis.com/
I think Bert is having an
"europhic reaction" :)
I really do hate children 8)
You had a few of us guessing, Bert
If "prenatal psychosis" is all it is, that's "OK". There are organic cures for that, (most people call it the actual birth). If you're unlucky, there's "postnatal depression" to look forward to. And if you're really unlucky, there's possibly Couvee (spelling ?) syndrome, where pregnant men start exhibiting the behaviours of their female partners....I hope you all realize this is posted in the fiction section, its about prenatal psychosis...
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Well, you can catch me offering flowers to the Gods sometimes, does it qualify as exhibiting Couvee syndrome?