I’ve been having this observation about babies… you know, the way their life works. The way their clock ticks. The way they go about making things happening. It’s so simple.
All they have to do, is bawl.
Soiled nappies? Just bawl. Someone will tend to them and clean up their shits.
Hungry? Bawl. Somebody will eventually scamper around for something and feed them.
Too hot? Too cold? Bawl again. There’ll be some poor souls worry about setting their weather straight again.
Don’t like somebody? Bawl somemore. They’ll just disappear.
Or just simply bawl for the fun of it. Somebody will eventually figure out what could be wrong and do whatever’s necessary to keep them happy.
As you can see, their world revolves around that one universal act of opening their mouth and let out that nasty inconsiderate scream - and everything will set into their own gears and work towards that little guy’s expectation. How perfect is that. An all rounder solution for every friggin’ problems they face.
How I’d wish I could use that. Like when I was really distressed about my mounting credit card debts… or when I was perusing that exorbitant timing belt quotation for Lorraine… man I really do feel like crying. But you and I know, that’s a myth. We as an adult, after gaining so much knowledge and secrets about life, will not be given the privilege to use that sacred bawling act. You’ll be a wacko if you do that.
It was as if, some higher being out there designed all these to fuck with us.
Babies who have less problems to worry about in life, gets to have that ‘universal problem solving’ privilege. While we adults who have to worry about bills and shits, get all stuck up and left to putrefy in our own anguish. Somebody tell me what the fuck is wrong with this world?? Why don’t we see kangaroos or rats get depressed about their lives? This is beginning to get into me.
I’m getting really sick about all these responsibility shits lately. I came home today from work and told Emily, how I wish I can just lie down on the bed and hibernate (knowing that bawling won’t cut the mustard)… and wake up 10 years later at the same age… Things will be so much different then. If I’m not quite happy about anything still, then I’m gonna hibernate somemore. I’ll hibernate through time, a few years in this century, another few in the next, and probably long enough to witness people flying around the future with some piss powered jet scooter.
But sadly, that’s also a myth. I can’t be sleeping forever. I need food to survive, and I need money to buy food. Which, will be another problem to worry about if I’m planning to hibernate that long, because I won’t have a job for that money to buy food. Bummer.
Maybe I should just bawl, like the time when PukeMachine lost his school uniform, and pray that there’ll be a shapeshifter that would take pity on me and offer to pay off my homeloan, car loan, credit card debts and Lorraine’s timing belt… I’m willing to exchange a round of kinky sex for that.
(I don’t know what am I trying to say here, I was kinda ‘unstable’ today…)
