We had Ham today woohoo
Apr. 6th, 2002 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleini hate it when i have a perfect topic to write about then it gets out of my head before i get a chance to put it down. This has been happening enough lately that i'm beginning to wonder if i'm a candidate or Alzheimer's. Wouldn't that be a joke?
What do i want to write about tonight? Master and i were talking last night about 'women and children first'. i wonder why our society has that mentality. Oh, i know how it came up. There was something on the news about a person , police officer, who had died in the line of duty. That led us to the firefighters and police officers who went into the WTC, to help the people in there get out. One would assume these men and women had at least some fear of losing their lives in an effort to help another. My question is why? Why would anyone run the risk of death trying to help a total stranger. Perhaps this is something that is strong in a Christian culture. i don't know if it is as strong in a culture that is not Christian. i'll have to find an Arab, Muslim person i can talk to, and at some point ask about that.
Why is it so important that women and children be saved? Aren't mean just as vital to sustaining life as we know it? Does this come from the old notion that women are frail and need help in order to survive? Nothankyounotverymuch. i have a fairly strong notion that my survival instincts are just as strong as any male's. i may not have the same attributes as males but i'd believe that i could use what i have and make just as good a run at surviving as any man. If that is what i chose to do. Perhaps i wouldn't want to survive. i guess that would depend on if i'd had a run in with certain people from FoM or not.
Why is it so important that we save the children? Master thought it might be because they have lived so little of their lives. Dead is dead. A child dies, it doesn't know if it is dead or not. Should a parent give up his/her life for the child? Qualify...i know i would do everything within my power to save the life of my child. i have done that. i'm not so sure i would do it for the child of another.
i looked at the subject heading. i looked back at what i had written. What is wrong with this picture? How do death and ham relate? Am i on drugs?
i know i'm on an endorphin high. If my thoughts are going to run in this direction when i'm feeling good, do i dare let myself ever feel bad again?
Which brings up another thing that's been fussing about in my brain for awhile. The majority of the people i know are taking mood enhancing/altering drugs. it seems prozac and the next generation of that type of drug are all the rage. Are Master and i in the minority in more than the life we have chosen together? Am i, are we depressed and just too dumb to know it? i am the only one in my family who isn't taking some sort of drug. i'm not against using drugs to help when help is needed. My question is, do i need help and don't realize it?
i think i'll move back to some concrete thoughts. Rode again today, hence the endorphin rush. Had a Duh! moment. i was feeling so proud of myself about the distances i've been riding then it hit me slap in the forehead i've been doing kilometers, not miles. i was down for about 38 seconds, but then i figured what the heck....i'm out and about and the weather is beautiful and the sky is blue, and i can smell the ocean and it smells like salt and good and i can see some boats, oops, Master says those are ships....i can see them and they look beautiful. When i grow up, i'm going to take a boat across the ocean. So there!
The story of my life will be titled, "The Iron Called Her"
What do i want to write about tonight? Master and i were talking last night about 'women and children first'. i wonder why our society has that mentality. Oh, i know how it came up. There was something on the news about a person , police officer, who had died in the line of duty. That led us to the firefighters and police officers who went into the WTC, to help the people in there get out. One would assume these men and women had at least some fear of losing their lives in an effort to help another. My question is why? Why would anyone run the risk of death trying to help a total stranger. Perhaps this is something that is strong in a Christian culture. i don't know if it is as strong in a culture that is not Christian. i'll have to find an Arab, Muslim person i can talk to, and at some point ask about that.
Why is it so important that women and children be saved? Aren't mean just as vital to sustaining life as we know it? Does this come from the old notion that women are frail and need help in order to survive? Nothankyounotverymuch. i have a fairly strong notion that my survival instincts are just as strong as any male's. i may not have the same attributes as males but i'd believe that i could use what i have and make just as good a run at surviving as any man. If that is what i chose to do. Perhaps i wouldn't want to survive. i guess that would depend on if i'd had a run in with certain people from FoM or not.
Why is it so important that we save the children? Master thought it might be because they have lived so little of their lives. Dead is dead. A child dies, it doesn't know if it is dead or not. Should a parent give up his/her life for the child? Qualify...i know i would do everything within my power to save the life of my child. i have done that. i'm not so sure i would do it for the child of another.
i looked at the subject heading. i looked back at what i had written. What is wrong with this picture? How do death and ham relate? Am i on drugs?
i know i'm on an endorphin high. If my thoughts are going to run in this direction when i'm feeling good, do i dare let myself ever feel bad again?
Which brings up another thing that's been fussing about in my brain for awhile. The majority of the people i know are taking mood enhancing/altering drugs. it seems prozac and the next generation of that type of drug are all the rage. Are Master and i in the minority in more than the life we have chosen together? Am i, are we depressed and just too dumb to know it? i am the only one in my family who isn't taking some sort of drug. i'm not against using drugs to help when help is needed. My question is, do i need help and don't realize it?
i think i'll move back to some concrete thoughts. Rode again today, hence the endorphin rush. Had a Duh! moment. i was feeling so proud of myself about the distances i've been riding then it hit me slap in the forehead i've been doing kilometers, not miles. i was down for about 38 seconds, but then i figured what the heck....i'm out and about and the weather is beautiful and the sky is blue, and i can smell the ocean and it smells like salt and good and i can see some boats, oops, Master says those are ships....i can see them and they look beautiful. When i grow up, i'm going to take a boat across the ocean. So there!
The story of my life will be titled, "The Iron Called Her"
