Distance

So, hello guys. Apologies for pretty much spaming my own blog. Ideas are fleeting and slippery things, and the thought of losing them saddens me.

I have a friend who is going through some carp. Nobody likes going through carp. It smells bad and they might still be alive, and after you are through it all, you too smell like carp. Eww. But it was getting better. It seemed like things would go well. The sunrise on the horizon. But I guess the night had been too short, So the sun went away again, even the light fading from the sky. Yay. Not.

But even before this, I was walking along, and just kind of thinking about how I would raise my kid. Yes, I know, me having a kid should be a long ways away, but maybe that's why the thought of it is so encaptivating. It's like girls and their weddings. They plan it out when they are five, down to every detail. Some of them anyway. I think they do that because it's far away, they like the idea, and one day it won't be so far. That's my extremely uneducated guess. But anyway, parents don't really have a lot of power hey? The first five years or so are theirs, but then the kid goes into the world, even if it is just kindergarten.

Sometimes I just think it would be best to pour everything I know in right away. Or try to. But it wouldn't really work. And if it did, well, kids like to show off what they know. Nobody likes a show off.

Apologies again, because I missed the train. It chugged away in a discussion about warm apple juice and God. This will be continued.