Thursday, 21^st October 2004 | 10:03 AM
My mind takes me on strange twists

I've been a bit blocked these past few days, and considering NaNoWriMo is just round the corner, that does not bode well for me. Worse, I haven't firmed up my story outline for it yet. :/ And November is when I'm working extra hours (every other day!) because there's a massive bargain sale we're organising to clear out our stocks, add to that the stresses of Ramadan, and Hari Raya...

Oh boy.

A thought just occurred to me the other day that I must be mighty apathetic to my life situation, or simply can cope well, or I'm ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. If you don't hear anything from me for a while, I just might be instituted in a mental institution somewhere.

Some stuff I've seen on TV:

Who Wants to Marry My Dad?
I understand the current season that's showing here is still only the first season. The show just looks ok, more interesting than Bachelor/Bachelorette and others of the same ilk, but somehow I don't think they can sustain the momentum.

Without A Trace
I still don't understand why bloody Channel 5 is showing this at midnight on a weeknight (12AM, Wednesdays). This is such a good show. I've caught a couple of episodes, mainly attracted by gorgeous Eric Close and the fabulous Anthony LaPaglia, but I've ended up watching whole episodes and thinking - damn, it's a good show. The last ep I watched was one where a high-school kid goes missing, and he's generally a good kid, but apparently he has secrets he has been hiding from his parents. So we follow the detectives tracking clues and leads and we discover that the boy's girlfriend has been involved at these teen orgy parties at his best friend's house on weekday afternoons. Sheesh. That ep made me cry, because the missing boy was found dead. That bit at the end, when we saw his parents shock/horrified/denial reaction when the police officers were walking up the path - that was just heartbreaking. They'd had the police come up their path a couple of times now - how did they just sense the bad news this time. Damn you, Jerry Bruckheimer, pulling my hearstrings.

I think it's tricky raising teenagers. I'm not a parent, but even I know this much. I've had friends who just had kids saying how tough it is to take care of babies, and while I don't dispute that, my take is always, "Wait till they get to their teens." I've dealt with enough teenagers from the time I was a teenager, whether with friends or through volunteer work, and teenagers are God's way to remind us of our foolishness in the past. ;-)

I've always been scared at how easily and how often I can see a parent's point-of-view. I've had to console lots of crying friends over the phone, because they just had a fight with their parents, and I don't ever know if I was much help, because often I thought they were being silly, and their parents had valid concerns. When I was about 18 I learnt that a girl I went to school with died from a drug raid. A freaking drug raid, conducted in the wee hours of the morning, and the girl died when she fell out of a window while trying to hide from the authorities. Imagine the horror the parents felt. If I was her mother I would be horrified. This is the baby I carried in my womb for months, this part of me, and this is the wasteful way she wasted her life. How difficult it is to let go of a child, because you always consider your child to be a part of you.

Would it be a pity if I decided kids were too much bother and I decide never to have any?

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