Happy About the Choice, But Sad About Not Seeing Friends

Perhaps the reader has heard of an event called Happening. It is a chance for teenagers to treat other teenagers to the love of G-d, and to show them what G-d's love can do for others. This past weekend was the most recent Happening weekend, Happening #50.

During the past few months, I have dealt with some internal struggles about the complexities of life, such as the existance of G-d, the social order of humans, and the relationships between members of our species.
While I have decided that G-d Himself does exsist, it is in a manner that is not pleasing to many.

Below are two (or three, depending on how you look at it) reasons as to why I choose not to participate in this past Happening:

First: G-dliness is a quality that, theoretically, is one of the most coveted qualities of the American people. While I believe in the existance of G-d, I cannot claim that I am a "very" G-dly person. I do not see it as the utmost important thing in life anymore. Therefore, I cannot stand to believe that I would fit in very well there anymore.
First(b): Because of this, I feel that the activities would be better suited for a younger group of teenagers (since I have completed secondary school and am past the primary staff age of the weekend) that show more Chistian-like attitudes. (For why I am writing the name of G-d the way I am, visit [link] and scroll to "Writing the Name of G-d"

Second: I have heard rumours of a certain person being at the weekend. I have my doubts of how well the weekend would have turned out for her, myself, and those unfortunate few that happened to get beteen us. About a year and a few months ago, I severely pissed her off. I highly doubt that she has gotten over her justified anger at me.
In my opinion, that is simply not an element that should be present for this kind of weekend.

Glaciers

I resumed my place next to her. There are opposing points to going to the watercloset: I'd rather not loose any time with her if at all humanly possible. Contrariwise, there is just something about how good it feels to come back to my seat knowing that I'm the one sitting next to her. It's nothing like sitting on a train, where you don't know the person next to you, and you'd rather not touch them if you could because that would be awkward and somewhat embarrassing. But to know that you belong there....
I resume my place next to her.

We are watching some television show. It may be Airwolf, it may be Gilmore Girls. I don't remember. We both enjoyed watching it. Maybe Lorelai was chatting up Stringfellow, who knows? I turn my head toward her to see if she is crying or some other similar emotion. Se isn't....yet. But I can tell that she expects me to chat her up some. She may even expect it to be how Lorelai chats up Luke. But I know that it won't. It never will be, I'm just not like Lorelai. I'm more like Rory than she can ever know.
She turns her beautiful face towards me.

As her eyes search my features, I can see only glaciers. Ice cold glaciers. I look into her eyes...deeper and deeper, search for anything that can explain how something so beautiful can be put in something so flawed as a human. I see nothing yet but a small spark. Perhaps it is her soul? The Jews believe that it's possible to see one's soul in the eyes. Maybe it's an attraction in her eyes that I see? At this point, the house could fall in around me and I wouldn't notice. And the spark grows into a flame. It builds larger and larger into a fire. A fire dancing on the cold surface of ice glaciers, what a sight it makes. I find it to be even more attractive than Bella to either Edward or Jacob.
I can feel my eyes. Plain green, there is nothing distinguishing about them. They don't burn with desire, they don't smolder, smoke, or even give the tiniest puff. They're dead.

She turns back toward the TV, and I lay my arm around her to know that it just wasn't the time for me to try. She leans her head upon my shoulder, and with that simple act I can feel that I have been given all of the goodness and joy in life.
She smiles and purrs like a cat. Life is indeed good.

If only it weren't a dream.

Photogenic?

There is/was an old grouping of people, whom I believe to be the North American Indians, that had an "irrational" fear of cameras because they believed that photographs stole part of a person's soul. Most modern persons and scientists disregard this as huey. After all, how can an impression of a scene made by light onto a special chemically treated piece of paper hold part of someone's soul? That just does not make sense.

But, what if it did? What if photographs actually did hold part of a person's life force? There would suddenly become a small fear of being able to die. If part of one's soul is locked away, trapped, then how can one truly die and continue on to the next life?
All of the geniuses who spend their lives locked away in the lab discovering cures for diseases and inventing things that will improve our lives will die. The superficial vain little girls? Because they have photographs of themselves abounding out the wazoo, they shall live forever. Life's sardonic irony.

Personally, I do not take that many photographs. On the rare occasions that I do, it is usually of the landscape or other scenery, not of myself. It is not that I believe myself to be non-photogenic. I am a fairly attractive person. I merely do not believe in photographing one's self multiple times within the same year. Thusly, if anyone was ever interested to know, that is why I do not have twenty shots of my face from nineteen different angles.

A Shorter, Blunter, and More "Emo-ish" Version of the Below

Life sucks.

Update

I thought that I should start to update my blog, seeing as how I did create one and whatnot. Thus:

I sit here, thinking of the newest attraction in my life. It is 0657 Zulu, and I am exhausted. I was not supposed to be at work today, however a coworker did not show up, and my management asked me to cover for him. The only good thing about that is that I got to see this new girl.

As usual, I asked the few people that I trusted for some quick advice on how to proceed. As I sat on a break at work one day, I discussed this with another coworker who informed me that she would be more than willing to let the girl that I like, we shall call her Sheep (for that is the meaning of her Hebrew name), know that I like her. A few days later I receive the response that Sheep is not interested in being anything more than friends at this point.

It is disappointing, but not to be unexpected. This has happened many times before, and it will not cease to happen, I am sure. I find, however, some comfort in the way that her answer was presented to me: "at this time." I interpret this to mean that there may still be a small sliver of hope in the future. Sheep may interpret this as a way of saying "No" later, but at this point, who really cares?

I am constantly being reminded that it is a bad idea to date a coworker. That is a fine and dandy rule to live by....if there are other options. I notice that there are very few, very limited places that one may come across a potential mate: religious organisations (i.e. churches, synagogues, mosques), places of employment, schools, and the "nightclub scene" (i.e. bars, clubs, etc.). The Youth Director at my religious establishment has placed dating members of our "Youth Group" as an "off-limits" area, I am not yet old enough (legally) to enter nightclubs (nor do I have the desire to), nor am I enrolled at any educational institution. That only leaves my place of employment. Oh well.
Or, I forget the technology sector, I could use the Internet. Oddly enough, the few females that I meet online I end up getting along with smashingly. The problem with continuing the relationship into the "real world" is the fact that they often live very far from myself, such as the Midwest or the Western seaboard (I am currently residing on the Eastern seaboard).

Nonetheless, I sit, enjoying a can of TaB, wondering where my life will lead me. Perhaps I should apply to Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology? In about a year's worth of time, that is approximately where I would want to be anyway, far from home and close to a friend.

An Odd Dream

Working in a restuarant, I come to realize that even cops need to eat. So I know a few state troopers (and a handful of city/county cops).

Last night I dreamed that I was riding around town with one of my state trooper buddies, Master Trooper Boone. We had decided that it was time to make a U-turn and patrol more of the streets. We passed another state trooper, Edwards, and we stopped to have a chat. The only thing that I can remember about the conversation was that Edwards's wife (and I honestly do not even know if he is married) had been thinking about me the past few days, and that she wanted to talk to me.

Then I woke up. Aren't cop dreams fun?

The Next Step?

My psychiatrist believes that I am doing well. I have lots of TaB to keep myself occupied. I am learning about a new company called Mona Vie. The former Warriors of the World (now possibly Lean On Me) is slowly getting to where it can begin helping the teenagers that it aims to help.

I have finally learned the names of some my favourite customers (the Twins), and I am starting to get to know them. There is a co-worker whom is wonderful. She is young, attractive, ingeniously smart, and she knows of the olden days, i.e. when families would gather around the radio to listen to radio shows like Dragnet and The Shadow. Unfortunately, no one knows anything about her except that she seems to be "sweet" and that she is smart.

And more prominently on my mind is a young lady who lives approximately thirty minutes south of me. She has been very kind to me, talking to me, and even calling me asking me to get online so that we can talk some more. She seems to be a very sweet girl, very interesting, and whatnot. So far, the only disadvantage that I can find with her is that it sometimes becomes difficult to find things to talk about when she does not actively continue the conversation in any way other than "Ask another question." But overall it is a rather beneficial situation, especially with her calling me a potential prospect.

So, with all of these good things happening to me at the same time, I can't help but wondering what will go wrong in the next few months?

Temporary Happiness?

I have a few favourite customers at my store. One is an older man who has the same smart-ass comments that I do. Two more happen to be state troopers. Another is a very tall, young blonde girl. She always gets a milkshake every time that she comes in, the same flavour. Unfortunately, I have not seen her in many moons...and yet I find that she has started to haunt me in my dreams..
Regardless.

Probably my most favourite family to come in is a mum, a younger daughter, and two twin girls. They are around fifteen to sixteen years of age, and they are incredibly brilliant. During their first year of secondary school, one took an advanced placement Senior-level class, Statistics. They are brilliant. Perhaps that is one of the reasons that I like having them come in? Or the fact that they are both gorgeous. Or that they are so easy to talk to...
Anyways, I am happy to report that I have finally found out their names (which I will not post here for their safety)! So, huzzah!


AND (in case that is not enough good news for one post) I met one of my new grill workers. She is a little shorter than me, but a good, hard worker.
And even better....she remembers the old days. That impresses me, because she is young, probably around seventeen or so. But she knows of things that not even my teachers know of. For instance, she recalls the days when radio was popular, when entire families would gather around to listen to shows like Dragnet and The Shadow. Now, if I am lucky, I would like a chance to pick apart her gray matter and learn more about both her and how she knows of such things. Perhaps she knows of a place where I can finally learn how to ballroom dance?

Tranquility Comes With A Price Tag

In the past few days, I have not let them into my thoughts as much. And life has become easier. My vocation is even more pleasant to me than it has been in the past, which is something of note considering that I liked my job before.

I just haven't thought of them that much. It is very easy. I am glad because it feels like I can slowly start to take back my life into my own hands.

And the sweet tea that I am drinking is delicious.

And regarding the title, the price tag is having the courage and nerves to take your life back into your own hands.

My Apologies, I lied.

I deceived both you and myself. My apologies.

After re-reading some of my previous postings I have realized that the majority of them are about failed attempts at women. As an update, I will try to refrain from that in the future.

Twenty-three chapters in eighteen years.

Recently, I have completed my secondary education. My peers, however, shout this at everyone they meet: "I'M DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" or "I'M A HIGH SCHOOL GRAD(UATE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I see no point in either. Still, I am done, with post-poned plans for post-secondary schooling at a later date.
After writing twenty-three chapters in this "life book" I need to regenerate.

Perhaps my next post will tell you about one or both of the organizations that I am part of....perhaps.

Legality

The time has come for me to register myself with the government, so that they can ship me off to be experimented on, or killed. Hoorah for them.

If that is the case, then I will definitely miss my newest friend, the star of so many YouTube videos.

I wonder if I can choose which branch to sign up for?

Despicable government.

The Time has Come....

...for Reflection. As I look back on some of my older posts, I can barely remember the emotions that caused me to write them. I even have to sit and recollect my memories to remember who these girls are that I write about. They change so often, and with such rapidity, that it would seem to the observer (and myself in hindsight) that it does not matter.

Unfortunately, my self-control is not to the point that I can control emotions. As in, I will like which girls I like, and there will be no stopping of that. But I can change how I react to these emotions. Slowly, they will change. They will slow down, and I will have more time to think about the consequences of my reactions to these random feelings.

Least notably for me (albeit one of the more important ones) was a random event that happened for close to two hours while on a vacation that I recently took. While touring United States Prison Alcatraz with my Senior class, I went on the self-guided audio tour. Shortly after it began, I noticed myself behind a pretty, but young, girl. I stood at least a head taller than she, and she looked maybe fourteen at the oldest. Strangely, I felt a strong urge to not let her out of my sight. Thusly, I followed her throughout the tour, always keeping her in sight. I was not even troubled at the fact that her father (standing much taller than I) came to check on her several times during the tour. At the end, the tour brought us all into the gift shoppe (much like Disneyland, I know) where I lost sight of her. I saw her again with her family on the ferry ride back to the mainland, and one last time as we all exited the area. None of this bothered me as it should have, because during the tour I felt a sense of nervous, anxious peace.
The little girl looked like a fourteen year old version of the last girl that I dated. My ex was not the prettiest girl in the world, and yet she held a captivating charm about her. She was attractive, no doubt, and she had an aura of peace about her. Several weeks after our last date, however, she told me to quit contacting her for reasons that I still do not fully understand to this day. What scared me about the ordeal was the fact that I felt compulsed to follow this little girl even after I had thought that I was over being dumped. Apparently, I was incorrect. USP Alcatraz is now a place that I will no longer visit.

On a somewhat more prominent note, I maintain a friendship with a young lady who lives on the north side of town. She has become a fast companion of mine, despite the odd times that we contact each other. I am hoping that soon after I return from my trip that she and I will be able to see each other. At the time of posting, I have no idea if she still has a boyfriend or not, but I have bought her souvenirs to present to her upon my return.

Foremost on my dark and rather clouded mind (for I fear that I am going through another depressive cycle now, minor of course), is a girl that I met at "Jesus-camp." Perhaps the reader has heard of an event called Happening, perhaps not. I cannot recall if I have mentioned it earlier in my writings. Basically, it is a chance to deepen one's connection with Christ. After attending for the first time, one would become a team member on the next time that it occurs.
This girl attended the last session of Happening, although I had never noticed her before. All that I knew of her was her name on the list of people attending. Once she came to the team meetings, however, I began to pay much more notice to her. We had a rough beginning, but soon became wary friends. At the time of the most recent Happening (which was on 18-20 April 2008), we were pretty descent friends. The only problem was that it was not a mutual friendship. My feelings were of the romantic persuasion, while her's where merely platonic. As I left, I slipped her a letter describing my feelings (lack of time and opportunity prevented me from telling her in person as I should have). I thought that it would be a rather safe thing to do, since we would not see each other for quite some time (meaning until November at the earliest). As I began my vacation to San Fransisco, I noticed that I was praying for her and for her happiness a lot. During the course of my four-hour flight I literally spent close to an hour total praying for her and her alone.
Today, I read a Facebook message that she left me regarding her feelings about the ordeal. They were not mutual, which is not only understandable but also expected. As I sent back a response that hopefully has closed the subject permanently, I realized how often this happens to me.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I must change how often this happens to me. While I will still continue to be attracted to women, I will no longer act on this to the same extent that I have in the past. This will be a very difficult undertaking. Luckily, these dark parts of my character are balanced and counter-acted by my lighter parts, whatever they may be. Thus, the ideals of yin-yang are kept in check. I will need help with this. Luckily, I have God, or Allah, or Buddha, or whatever name you use. I have the help of the Almighty Architect to help me.

Today was a cop-free day.

I highly suggest that one does not attempt to listen to one's voicemail while making a U-turn in a car with manual transmission. It is difficult.

Also, I have been visiting YouTube quite often recently. I have found several users to subscribe to, namely SpeedyconKiwi, Sugartalker, and SarkyChele. Eventually (meaning when I get a camera), I plan to make a video of my own to post. The first one will obviously be an introduction. I mean, seriously, you can't start anywhere but the beginning now, could you? That would just be silly, to do otherwise.


She is back. The delightful blonde from my freshman year of secondary school. We used to run Cross Country together. During practice, I remember slowing my run down enough so that I would fall behind and run with her a few dozen metres behind the pack. I enjoyed it, getting to know her. I would hope that she enjoyed the company. At that time, I would have done a lot to be hers, and to have her as my own.
Now, it seems that my luck has turned, but I am not sure if it has turned in a positive or a negative direction. She has found me after all of these years. I am not sure how (for I have had nothing to do with her for just over three years), but neither am I sure that it is a bad thing. She recently applied and was hired to work in my restaurant. I still find her to be an attractive young lady. She recognizes me, kindly asks questions after my well being and I reciprocate.
It feels awkward after so many years. I hope that she only recognizes me as a good person, and not for my past actions. It has been suggested to me by a friend at school that if I "like her, then [I] should go for it." My friend also goes on to say that she hasn't started her homework, but that is irrelevant.

But I fear that she may be right. Perhaps I should challenge my nerves. I should ask my newest co-worker out. We work together Thursday and Saturday, both of which I look forward to. Now, I just have to find a day that both of us have off in which to ask her out.
Luck is needed.

Resolution: A bittersweet victory

The contest is over. Many blessings upon the LORD's name.
Even I was surprised. Option #3 won. My indecisiveness has led me to a conclusion in this battle against my nerves.

Mr Jones, Jones, calling Mr Jones (Wake Up Now)

Recently, I've started blowing off my homework. Well, not really. I've blown off my homework for years. Rather fun, I think, but it drives my parents and teachers nuts....they'll live.

Either way, I'm using my Google account in many new and numerous ways these days. For instance, in the past three days I created a YouTube account [link]. So far I've run across many good videos that recollect joyous memories for me. Episodes of Garfield and Friends from the 80s; music videos by Aqua, Rammstein, Ace of Base, and others; and just random junk. Perhaps my favourite would be the short movie "Tree in the Forest" [link]. It is a rather touching tale of how a deaf girl overcomes a problem in her life.

But, looking back now, I see certain things. No longer am I alone, for I have friends that suffer through the same endless agony that I suffer through. Appearently, women cause problems for all men, regardless of our intelligence quotient.
I am fearful that my opinions on this girl will change, however. No longer does she have braces, no longer is she single. She now dates a rather good friend of hers, and I cannot help but believe that she has had a crush on him for sometime now, and is not willing to let the relationship die so soon. Thus far, however, I plan to wait as long as possible for her. Most teenage relationships do not last a particularly long time, so I have a small glimmer of hope that I will get my chance. From my perspective, she is much to good for him. I have no idea why I believe that I am more worthy of that angel than he is, but I see myself as much more deserving.

The other thing that has changed is in respect to the second girl in Fools and Kings. While she still has a boyfriend, to whom I figure that she will one day marry, I am beginning to overcome my prejudice of him. We have IMed each other once or twice (he is in college, thus I shall not see him, and I do not call people in *his* position). While I am still jealous of him to a degree, I have come to find that he is a rather nice guy. One day I shall learn better control of myself, and will no longer flirt (as I view it) with his girl.

Re: Fools and Kings

Yea, life is tolerable. The honesty of the entire matter is that there were only ever four plausible answers to my predicament. Three girls, and the always present option of staying single and unattached. I have decided that I have been unattached too long, and am in need of female companionship.

Option #4: To stay single until the proper time presents itself. Nein. As I have already said, I am lonely.

Option #3: Girl on partner campus. Distance of approx 5 hours 45 minutes. Currently, she still has a boyfriend. However, she tells me that she is displeased with him, saying that he is too immature. If I lived closer to her, I might consider pursuing her. Alas, as far as I know, she is still unavailable.

Option #2: Girl in Illinois. While I have never met her in person, we did meet on Facebook (yes, I understand the risks in this) and have been calling each other recently, as in, over the past week. Distance of approx 12 hours 12 minutes away. While she is considerably farther from me than option #3, I think that we have the best chemistry. We talk as often as possible, and can do so for hours at a time without running short of conversation topics. She has either led me on more, or sincerely likes me as much as I like her. I do hope that it is the latter.

Option #1: Girl from "Jesus camp". Distance of approx 1 hour 30 minutes. I met her about a year to a year and a half ago. We, as many people tend to believe, have a good mix of chemistry. Ever since I have met her, I knew that I liked her very much. And every time I would always hope that she would return the next session. Every time. We have become pretty good friends, talking every now and again about this, that, and the other thing. I've always enjoyed our conversations. The only drawback is that I tend to find that we run out of conversation topics.


The results:
I have eliminated half of the options. Options # 3 & 4 have been done away with. Which only leaves Options # 1 & 2. I talk to both of them. I always enjoy those talks. Lasting until late in the morning, I can always count on starting my day off well. Those conversations keep me going through the day. It's wonderful. But the scales are almost balanced. The weights lead to one side. And I'm not really sure if it's a good thing or not.

Like my previous "girlfriend," I enjoy the role of protector and overseer. Somewhere between fatherly protection of his offspring and the deepest love of a friend, I know that I am not always the best at "protecting" my friends from whatever harm comes their way. Part of that comes from the fact that I live so far away from them, and also from the fact that I have had rather stunted relationships with others, even platonic friendships have been stunted. It is because of this that I do not have the best advice to pass along to my friends.

Thus, it deeply pains me to see any of them get into trouble with others, or to be in pain. Even for me to hear that they are in trouble is difficult for me to bear. I have friends who cut themselves. Everyday, I wish that there is something that I could do to help them to quit that horrendous habit.
One of them is the girl in Option #1. I understand that she comes from a difficult background, and that not many things have gone "right" in her life. But I also see her as a beautiful girl, angelic in complexion, a voice from the Heavens, and just the kindest spirit that any mere mortal could possess. Perhaps that is what is so difficult for me; knowing that my angel is troubled and there is nothing that I can do to help her unfurl her wings to take flight again. I just do not know what to do to help.

To the contrary, the girl in Option #2 is at a slightly less mortal disadvantage. She lives slightly more than 12 hours away from me. Our affections for each other are almost undeniable. Almost. We flirt constantly. When I can, I call her and we talk for at least an hour at a time (and it would be more if we did not have things to do, like getting our parents to quit yelling at us for being on the phone for hours at a time). I have absolutely no idea when we would be able to see each other, or even if that would be possible before the summer vacation.
And yet, I am still strongly attracted to her. Possibly my feeling of a "need" for companionship drives me to it....perhaps not. I tell her that she is beautiful. She tells me that she loves my jokes. The compliments go back and forth forever. It is very appealing, this possibility of a relationship.

Even the possibility would mean that I would have to forget my standing attraction and desire for the first girl. And unless some genius man comes up with a foil-proof way of dating two girls at the same time, my choice remains. While I love each as dearly as I do any other close friend of mine, I cannot reject one for the other at the moment. This is where I become caught between the rock and the hard place. Neither side is willing to budge even an inch.

Perhaps the worst part of all of this is that one girl knows of the predicament, and the stuggle that I face...the other girl is completly oblivious. Karasu, how sad you are. You cannot trust your closest friends with the truth. Maybe the easiest option is the best one for right now: Option #4?
One will never know. There are only two forces in this universe that could ever answer that question: the immortal force of time itself, and the divine G-d. Nein, neither will tell me.

They are not made of steel, thus, I am not Kal-El.

My nerves are getting the better of me. Which is rather sad, because I have to call her tonight at 1800 hours, only seven hours away. I am anxiously counting down. True, I am also eager about this, but it makes me very anxious.

Plus, I still have work to do for Warriors of the World...an organization that I'm in which is determined to eliminate teenage depression in the world.

This will be a fun night.

Fools and Kings

Many, especially the Jewish community, make claims that King David was one of the most brilliant men ever to live. Those people tend to also make claim that King Solomon, David's son, was the smartest man to ever live. I concur.

However, I also follow the school of thought that philosophers are not the only people to be gifted with flashes of insight. Many common, ordinary people can stumble upon an idea that is worthy of someone like King Solomon. I have recently had one of these revelations, and now I will enlighten you to it.

For many years, I have been on the search for a companion. In the beginning, any companion would have done, for I was lonely and in need of a friend. After I had been educated about the world, as I still am being educated, I had come to the conclusion that I would like to have a female companion. Women are usually more sensitive to problems, and are good problem-solvers. Besides that, I find that women smell nicer and are more attractive to look at than men.

In short, I have found a temporary solution to this problem. However, the solution has run out, and I continue on in my search.

In a long explination, I was paired with a girl for a Senior marriage project. We shared mutual romantic feelings, but due to factors beyond my control (i.e. her maturity, parents, geographic displacement, etc) nothing became of the relationship but a close friendship. While I still hold a small bit of affection for the girl, she is a ditz (fairly often, not all the time)....and that is unsuitable in a mate.

My feelings have also been averted toward three others in the course of the last year. Two of whom attend my school (one at a partner campus, one at the main campus). The first would not work for two reasons: a) she already has a boyfriend, and b) she lives far away. The second girl would not work because she is also in a rather well-standing relationship with an older guy. And both girls are happy, and I will not deter them from their pleasures.

The third, and probably most likely candiate, I have known for the longest amount of time in comparison to the previously mentioned three. I met her somewhere between one year to one and a half years ago. To me, she is absolutely gorgeous. There are few that I would even want to compare to her. She and I share a deep friendship, and we are rather compatible. But I find that only thinking about her and having quick, shallow conversations on networking sites like Facebook is no longer enough to quinch this thirst for female companionship. It is merely a temporary diversion.

I was recently contacted by one of her friends. While I had absolutely no reason whatsoever to trust this complete stranger, I made obvious hints about the true nature of her questions of whether or not I liked the girl. Eventually, the friend wised up, and understood. And of course, being the "good friend" (and gossipist) that she was, she became very excited and undoubtedly told every possible detail of the story to the third girl. I was to call the girl....
Things have happened, all because I had a flash of realisation.

Curiosity

Being exposed to today's mass media, one is usualy forced to come to terms with certain aspects of today's society eventually. Most recently, I am perplexed as to why advertisment agencies do what they do. In every commercial involving a family doing something, there is always a father, a mother, a son, and a daughter. Either child may be older, but that is an irrevelant fact. Both of the children are in their early adolescent years, and the parents are in their late 30's to early 40's.
But, why? Is it absolutely necessary to have two children, one of each gender? It is not "just" to discriminate against those families with two male children, or those with two female children.

And while we are on the subject of discrimination, what about the old people? With the exception of the retirement commercials, old people are never noticed. Do old people never do anything fun, like take cruises? Why shouldn't they? After all, old people have enough money to go on a cruise....not their younger counterparts.