In Sickness and in Cake!

It’s been a week since my last post, well first post, well first and last post. Well anyway and a darn bug is going around infecting people with tummy sickness. Yep i’ve been infected too. It’s funny how when i’m ill i seem to think about about things more. Like life and what i’m doing and would like to do. Maybe it’s because you have time to lay there like a zombie, clutching your tummy and murmuring “urrghh” and “ooohhh” and “braaiiinnnnsss”. Good thing is that its not what i’ve been doing. No matter how it is i like to keep active.

Worse thing is, it’s my birthday tomorrow. I don’t like birthdays. We’ll i don’t like my birthdays, but i like celebrating other’s birthdays. Technically we are celebrating the day of our birth (long sigh) day anniversarized every year. To think we celebrate a time when we were once pure minded little tots. Then pushed into a world of corruption and control, we grow. But if there’s one thing i’ve learnt it’s that when a plant grows from a little seed, it’s got to go through dirt before it sees the light. That dirt i guess is the very difficulty we each face. Our dirt is unique to ourselves and only we can push through it. And i am not talking about a number 2. When your in schools, you have to learn to adjust into the world itself; like when i first realized that when a teacher said “Go wash your mouth out with soap!”, it didn’t mean i go to the classroom sink and shove a soap bar down my throat. Well just in my mouth really. That was me realizing that there are certain things that you just can and cannot do; it is how the world functions. From that day on i have always loved the taste of soap. Then comes secondary school where you actually try to fit into society. Friends, family, that sort of stuff. This is when our personalities really start to develop and so this is what i believe to be our critical point. What we learn here will define us. Then college where we develop ourselves into adults, learning about life and money and how from this point forward we are going to feed the economy in order to get our food back. Well, only a slice back. After this we decided on our life’s goals. Not all of them, but i think the ones we perceive as foreseeable or fathomable. I went through university as well as i thought it necessary to get that little piece of paper that defines to the government my skills and talents. Not accurate i would say. But nevertheless paying my lucky sum of £3000 fees i managed to suffice.

I will be 24 years old on the 24th of the ….  oops ran out of 24s. I like the sound of it. It’s funny how if we really think about it we are stupid (Don’t worry i’m not insulting you, maybe just me). Just asking yourself, “Are you cleverer than you were last year?”. Yep i am. Then that means last year i was stupider than this year. But that also means now i’m stupider than next year, darn i’m stupid haha. But that also means that i’m also cleverer than i was last year. So if we really think about it,  we are stupid and clever. Haha made you think i was calling you stupid. I guess what is really cool to celebrate is that year after year we’ve learnt so much more to the very knowledgeable minded people we are today; and we all have knowledge; yep even you little monkey. Wait, why is there a monkey reading my blog. Oh and the cake.

R

P.S. Subscribe or comment and i’ll send you cake via email. Ok maybe in 50 years time when we can defragment the molecular structure of any given substance and email it to any recipient, who therefor can rebuild it and enjoy it for its very tasty creamy cakiness.

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