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What??? There is no flooding???
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Dec 18, 2011 6:14 pm
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Where is the rain? I mean the gifts? (har har) it is because of global economic crisis, that the space under most Christmas trees around the world is less crowded than usual? (btw most shopping streets and department stores as well)
Personally despite of decreasing value of euro in foreign exchange market and the recent incident in Liege/Luik (don’t tell me you didn’t hear? Shocking!) and the boy who disappeared on his way home leaving one of his shoe, shawl, mittens and his bike on the side of the street; I am trying to be optimistic. After all, I’m ending up this year with no balance in any of my credit cards, all the bills are paid as well and I will have a grand vacation; what more a girl could possibly ask? (I know a lot more) but I wonder how that boy can walk home in this blasted weather with just one shoe. Wherever he is, he must be freezing cold. I’d like to think that he found all the missing children and they are having a bonfire on the beach or sitting around a campfire somewhere in the forest planning their journey home for Christmas.
How about the family of those victims in Liege, Oslo and everywhere where similar accidents happened? I bet they are asking why? Mind you, if I’m going to lost my children I rather it happened that way than someone take and torture them for days, subjecting them to unspeakable acts eventually ending their lives when the captor become bored and bury them under his own house; no sir! Give me accidents anytime, at least I can see the body and have a decent burial.
I cried when I saw the picture of that missing college boy. He looks an all around typical teenager from a middle class family.
I cried when i saw in the news another student being attack in train station full of people (which did nothing to prevent the assault) while just sitting there waiting for his ride minding his own business. And before you know he is being thrown from the second floor on the very tracks rendering him paralized for life and blind. In the news they call him lucky(???) because he's alive(?) I am having nightmares since then, the way I had series of it when James Bulger’s case first came on TV. I guess anyone who has children will be having nightmares about what’s happening around us lately.
I know some will say everything happens for a reason (I say it too occasionally) or God works in mysterious ways, but I can’t find any reason why must a 16 years old board a tricycle never reached home ended up in the dit-ch few weeks after in a garbage bag bounded by electric cable hands and feet, r-aped and be-aten and bore marks of st-rangulation around the neck. I cannot see any God’s mysterious ways in that, not to mention celebrating Christmas.
I miss my pink piggy bank around this time of the year. I miss the time having less and not asking for more and not scared of losing anything because there is nothing to lose.
And I’m tired. I’m tired emotionally, physically and psychologically.
I’m tired of not being able to educate my mother about hygiene. I’m tired of seeing her handprints on everything! Doors have handles for a reason, cabinets too. I am trying to understand her thinking: okay, she never had a proper house since she marry my father; but so did I growing up. I’m tired of going to Christmas parties because I have to; celebrating lukewarm if not freezing parody of supposed to be the most joyful season.
I’m tired thinking what I could serve on my own festive dinner that would satisfy my son who is a fussy eater and an inborn vegetarian who has a fashion for fungi. My daughter is much easier to cater for, she will devour anything I cook and so is D who can eat the entire menu and a lot more without gaining much needed pounds. His mother is trying to eat healthy in order to have room for buckets of booze, sweets and chocolates with her gallons of unsweetened herbal teas.
My mother… my mother prides herself by being small eater which she does on purpose because although she doesn’t looks like it, she is the vainest person I know. The father of D is easy to please, all you have to do is serve expensive alcoholic beverages and he will be in 7th heaven. And myself? Well, I have my own special diet because of zillion of things. I’m tired of that too.
Tired of seeing bad things happening to good people without apparent purpose or reason. Tired of worrying about this and that and people who don’t understand which normally I don’t mind only if they don’t bother me with it.
Tired of trying to prove to people that despite of my ethnicity and colour of skin I know what I’m talking about and can do what they can and probably a lot more if they can see through the package.
But I will gladly keep being tired if only those missing kids will find their way home unharmed. If only their numbers are not climbing higher each year. If only good people get a chance and bad ones to burn in hell. If only there is not so much injustice in this world, I will gladly be exhausted and done with. Only if…
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