I sometimes wonder, where do animals go to when they die? Is there such a thing as dog heaven? I hope there is. What exists in the after for animals? Do they just decay and wither away into nothingness or is there more? Wait, do animals have souls? Maybe I’m over thinking it!…..
Our dog passed away a few years ago and I just know that if there is such a thing as dog heaven, he is there. Man, I miss him. I like to believe that he is somewhere up there having the time of his life. Or down there, depending on which direction dog heaven is. They really need to come up with a google maps update to solve this conundrum! Point me in the right direction.
Woof!woof!
So yeah, my pet is in heaven. I know he is… Okay, I hope he is. Pets deserve to go to heaven. And for your information, there are people that I feel deserve to go to heaven straight too. Like, if I was in charge of the entrance exam to heaven, they’d get immediate A’s. Just like that! So, First, its the ballerinas. The way they twirl, contort, stand en pointe and pirouette, is nothing short of magical. I tried standing on my toes one time and I could almost hear the vibrations of my ancestors, coursing through my bones in abject terror. Besides, if you’re as flexible as a ballerina, you can probably just squeeze yourself through the pearly gates, right?
Honestly, being able to stand/dance on your toes is such a flex! God really knew what he was doing when he blessed me with two huge left feet whose muscles cease functioning when I’m in distress…Or attempt any strenuous, anxiety inducing activity like dancing or walking. You would never hear the end of it.
Second, is artistic swimmers. They are so mesmerizing! To have the power to hold your breath underwater that long, while performing sequences that are so breathtakingly graceful is… Its miraculous! The longest I can hold my breath – thanks to over exposure to panic attacks – is probably 5 seconds under the waterfall of my shower before I start seeing visions of my ghostly form. I can’t even fathom how people manage to hold their breath under water.
And third, plastic surgeons. Its not even about fashion or cosmetics. They literally give people a new chance at life. Besides, anyone who can pluck out hairs from your ass and give you a better hairline deserves to at least shake hands with Samson up there.
Plastic surgeon’s, saving lives one receding hairline at a time, since 1820!
So yeah, I’d be great at a procurement type of job for up there… Or down there. It all depend on where I end up really. Logistically speaking. I like to think that I am a good person; I always try to be kind and thoughtful, I say thank you, I don’t litter and most importantly, I don’t follow the shade room. An act of humanity right there. That’s probably not enough to even out the scale. Who am I kidding, one look at my E-reader history and it will tip back into eternal damnation territory.
Listen, I had a wattpad phase in my teen years and it taught me a lot of things about myself.
So I might never get any heavenly position due to my erm, blemished resume, but what I am currently, is a barely qualified cashier, with terrible anxiety and atrocious Mathematica skills. I might just be already in hell. You know, people do ridiculous and risque things in pursuit of an adrenaline rush. They jump off planes, ride rabid bulls for fun, commit crime, like their crushes photos from five years ago…On the other hand, all I have to do, is try to add prices without a calculator. I have limited fingers!
Also, making eye contact with a total stranger on the street is enough adrenaline rush.
You know what would happen if I attempted any of the things adrenaline junkies do for fun? A heart attack. I would Die, Steve! How am I so sure of that, you ask? Well, just because I haven’t done something, it doesn’t mean I don’t have an accurate understanding of how it would feel. I mean, I’m more delusion over rationale kinda girl but still, some things just aren’t it. I’ve never gone to a gynecologist but I know for a fact that it would suck. To have someone staring at my business in close proximity, with weapons of anarchy and a magnifying lens…total shriek!
I know its their job but…its my business, you know?
Also, falling in love. Yeah, I’m no expert on the matter but I’m convinced that if I can get over my trust issues ( I call it self defence) and eventually do fall in love, that shit will probably scare me so damn much, the Shock waves will induce cardiac arrest and I’ll kick it. Every crush I’ve ever had until now does not count. My self respect was out of commission back then. Still, I might be anti love some days but most days, I am a hopeless romantic. My expectations actually do suck sometimes. I don’t want to meet my soulmate on tinder or whatever app. No! Its supposed to be a once in a life time, stars aligning, gradual, yearning stares, stolen glances across rooms type of situation.
See, told ya I was delusional!
False advertising in relationships is a thing. Remember when shang From mulan found out that his little twink didn’t in fact have a sword he could play with? There is a correlation in there somewhere.. I think! I would lower my expectations but I don’t want to be like some of y’all. How are you dating but you’re single. And why are you staying up at night like a village witch, so that you can compose “I’m coming to you as a woman” texts. I swear the only thing lower than some of y’all relationship standards, was my self esteem when I was a teen. Dark times! Honestly, namshukuru mungu kila siku because, what the hell was that!.
Kuteseka kaende kaende style.
Now bestie, take a good look at your man Are you proud of that? We both know you only gave him your number in the first place because he looked like the type to burst your head open if you refused, don’t we?. Didn’t he skedaddle the fuck out after you showed him your five personalities, let him spin cartwheels on your unmentionables and provided him with an HD view of your ass crack! Its a fact that every girl has met at least one male who gave off the vibes that saying no to them, would trigger some unhealed, animalistic part of their brain and she’d end up lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
But what do I know, anyway!
Sometimes, I watch videos of people pushing themselves to the max and I am amazed. I wish I had the balls to jump of a plane and perform gymnastics on air. I wish I could ride a bicycle downhill without fear of snapping my neck. I wish I could jump across buildings without a parachute, just hallelujah and vibes! God blessed me with immense curiosity but made me a creature of habit. You want me to leave the safety of all I’ve ever known to go and toe the line between insanity and a one way ticket to Jesusville?
Okay, there’ll probably never be a day I’ll wake up and go, “oh, golly! Today feels like a good day to go skydiving!”. And you know what, I’m cool with that. Now, what sucks is the fact that I’ll never be kidnapped by a high fae… Its so sad that I will never read all books… Live all the lives I want. Maybe I want to change the world. Maybe I want to stay at home, knead bread, browse gossip columns and shop all day with my husbands money and give birth to thirteen children. Maybe I want to go to war, be in the front lines. Maybe I want to command boardrooms in stilettos sharp enough to kill. Maybe all I really want is to live in the middle of nowhere, with limited human contact and adopt a lot of animals, sleep on the forest floor and be absorbed by nature.
Maybe, just maybe I want it all. Sadly, the human experience is horribly limited and its such a shame that we have never evolved to be more than… Whatever this is. Is it even possible for us to ever be more though? Because as things stand right now, with the working class struggles across the globe, money driven societies, power angry leaders, control thirsty governments, individualism etc we set ourselves back from ever actualizing as a race. I don’t even know what that would actually look like.
All I know is that we can do so much more. We can be so much more. Look, I come form a generation that is fueled by poverty, anxiety medication and suicidal idealation. That and our collective humanity might just change the world. I am learning to deconstruct myself. To not be blind anymore. Nurturing a willingness to stay informed and educated.
You know, Privilege is invisible to those who have it. That’s why most people don’t even care about the slaughtering of Palestinian people in Gaza. The modern day slavery happening in Congo. The killings in Sudan. We are privileged enough to be safe. Privileged enough to change the channel when the news shows bodies lying on the streets. Privileged enough to know what stability feels like. Privileged enough to breath. Privileged enough to have a home. Privileged enough to have access to information.
Friend, see what happens to the world when you vote for power hungry, Judas Iscariot types with an obsessive need to over compensate by flaunting their power every ten business days? Friend, see why wars are created for profit? Friend, see why stability means bad business? Friend, see why most people would be okay with oppression as long as they benefitted from it? How’s your favorite celebrity doing.
Ugh!
How can you support a genocide or commission one for that matter when you literally look like an old fart. If an old 100 year old wizard on her death bed, who smelled like rust and armpit sweat, who was also guilty of the massacre of a hundred babies and puppies, farted before she kicked it and went down to Lucifer, then a maniac scientist with questionable credentials and bad breath took that essence and decided to Frankenstein a human with it, it would look like you! Pick a struggle beloved.
I sound like an angry black woman but alas! I am in fact easily angered, 100% percent back and unfortunately woman.