Hope and white stuff
I feel love when I know that I am not alone. There are countless other souls on this earth, just as confused, sad and lost as I am. It’s in the genuine smile of a former enemy, in the cherubic face of my best friend as he listens to my ills, in the forgiveness, the goodness of humanity. There is so much to be sad about, so much to fret over and so many things that need to change. If the only constant in life IS change, then why does it seldom change for the better? Like, why can’t the Sudanese government-funded Janjaweed contract SARS, be quarrantined and die? Why don’t drunk drivers hit pedophiles on their way out to prey on children? Why don’t governments ever propose “environmental taxes” that would hit big business not only with fines but might essentially make the cost of plummeting the earth so high that it would no longer be a sound investment? Why, instead do they keep raising taxes of the poor while cutting our benefits. This doesn’t seem to only be a North American phenomenon. It’s going global, but so is the dissent. Despite all of my ravings and complaints, I still have great faith in our (humanity’s) ability to change the world. We must stop being afraid to be the one to take a stand. Someone has to do it.
Also, on a personal note, I’ve got this white stuff that I saw coming out of me one night while looking at my cooch in the mirror. This is normal in some women, I know, but I’ve never encountered this before. It’s been going on since roughly the same time I met Hennock, and I’ve only just put the “drip” together with what I saw in the mirror. I’ve been disease-tested. Anyone else experience this?